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A Wino's Confession



For years I've made my living
peddling junk food at the entrance
   to the Co-op.

I pull open my shabby overcoat
to reveal a lining festooned
   with Snickers bars, M&M's,
   Hi-ho's and whatnot.

Some of the workers
are among my top clientele.
I keep rooms (with live-in maid)
in Blue Lake,
   and commute to work.

PS — I'm getting close to retirement,
so the position may soon be open.

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