Poem: Role Model.
Role Model.
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Is there anybody out there
Who still remembers Steptoe.
He was an old guy, who salvaged
Just about anything nobody wanted,
Until his house was so full of stuff
That there was no longer room in it
To carry out the motions of living.
This is how I feel now
Looking at the detritus of the life
I have chosen for myself.
Who would have thunk it.
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