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R.D.
8-20-2023
Miracle Man
He appears at my door
with a story that sounds real.
But the intent of his visit
is to beg, borrow, or steal.
He’ll visit for an hour
trying to build up his nerve.
To ask me for a loan,
like I’m the federal reserve.
He always asks to borrow
but he’s never payed back.
I’m told he spends it on weed
and sometimes smack.
It’s even been suggested
that due to advanced age.
He always paid me back
and my brain didn’t engage.
Now, I won’t loan him money
or give him any more work,
I’ve taught him how to treat me,
which makes me the jerk.
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