your home in utter disarray
mess and dogs and frenchspeaking girl
user nomad painters- dishwasherless caos
furniture gallore, daughters and baby giselle
how can it be
that i would rather
just sit there
amoungst it all
me who only wants clean and quiet
how are you -the red herring
friend and mother to me
i don't belong in your family tree
but i am not going anywhere
centuries of love and understanding
and strangeness always follows
i hear the rustle and jingle in the distance
my minds ear
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