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Oh No a Hobo

She is a hobo, they said, shrinking back in horror. Maybe it’s my mismatched clothes, my moldy socks. The fact that I no longer bathe or brush my teeth. I am delighted by their eagerness to flee This is what I had always wanted But never had. No one ran toward me to tell their life story No one rushed over to become my friend No one asked me to help them do anything. I cannot pinpoint why, but they are horrified. I am grinning widely, so they can see the spinach Sticking out of my happy teeth.

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Date: 1/14/2022 9:19:00 AM
Sounds to me like you have solved the problem of clingers and needy people. Yeah! (snickering)
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/14/2022 11:30:00 AM
I scare them off - salesmen too. The ones on the phone hang up on me first.
Date: 1/14/2022 9:16:00 AM
The final tercet sums it all up for me as i sit here laughing out loud....
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/14/2022 11:30:00 AM
Thank you John