My thirteen hundred poems were first one, and quickly two.
How many hours spent on Tetris, solitaire and Rubix cube
and by couples who constrict until there's no choice but to fight,
Who might stay apart for years, just waiting for that fateful night,
Or by those who stop in for “a drink,” and end up on the floor?
Nothing adds up faster than “just one more.”
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