Chibama
I dreamed a chihuahua was on our front porch
Speaking with Barak Obama's voice
Calmly and evenly admonishing Rhonda and me:
"Even were I tall enough to reach the knob,
I have no thumbs, and couldn't open the door,
so you're going to have to let me in yourselves."
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