Poem: The Big Lonely.
The Big Lonely.
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I was glad when you left
because I was so sick of you
and all of your arguments,
complaints, and irritating ways.
The thought of leaving off
the top of the toothpaste
and not having to pick up
all of your stinking socks
was seeming totally irresistible.
Not to listen to your snoring
and your farting would be a complete joy.
Unfortunately I had forgotten
all of the funny little things about you
that I had originally liked so much.
Now that I am on my own
I am having definite second thoughts.
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