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A house is moodier than nature. (Good will expired.)
Miss Jane squats in a ditch of cattails.
She’s tired. But everyone is tired.
In her hands a snapping turtle sired
By seed, mud, muck—nothing fragile, nothing frail.
A house is moodier than nature. (Good will expired.)
Hiding out in a ditch—mean, mad, mired
Miss Jane misses her favorite supper: taters and kale.
She’s tired. But everyone is tired.
Can one run away to a ditch? Aspire
To live in a ditch? With snapping turtles? With cattails?
A house is moodier than nature. (Good will expired.)
In favor of ditch: water won’t catch fire.
She’ll step on fewer rusty nails.
She’s tired. But everyone is tired.
A house is a set-up, a quagmire.
But stay in the ditch and she’ll get no sleep, no mail.
A house is moodier than nature. (Good will expired.)
She’s tired. But everyone is tired.
