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Broccoli and Cheese
Was my favorite
And my brothers
Not the broccoli
Just the mac
N cheese with
Cut up hot dogs,
They were charred
Mama couldn’t
Ever cook them just
right,
And fed to his
Dog named
Ernie which he did
Have a brother
Named Burt from that
One PBS show,
We talked all
Afternoon while that
Lady slept
All afternoon from her
Previous night of
Prescribed medication,
She bought on
Her own but
It’s okay,
And wine and
Something called vodka,
Ernie may not
Speak back but
He likes the broccoli
And us sitting with
Him even if we can’t
Let him inside
Because he is tied to that
Pole behind
His black fence and
The lock
Has no key
Anymore,
So he likes the
Company and I
Think me and my
Brother do too,
Though he is
Itchy and dusty
When I pet
His matted
Fur,
At least he smells
Like summer,
I love him
Even if my brother
Had to bury him
Last summer,
Next to that
Pole that he
Spent his whole
Life of
Summer with.
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