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Cat Urns and Chandeliers

The children are grown and gone I'm four grand in the hole from pet cremations and such. Just two of us are left to the will of the dust With less distractions and hodge podge plans life has taken on a hue of fledgling madness. Alone is our mutual garment. So, tell me dear what have we... left a single dull bulb-or crackling chandelier.

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