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'02 Loots and Dreams-
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2002 Pillaging the house,
without a single sound,
"noboby is here,"
"just a squeak from a mouse,"
"there's nothing in here but beer."
looked hard and around
not a single thing found
"just a bunch of dirty clothes."
"lets get in the clear before someone appears."
"pick up the loot from the ground"
"this item seems a little queer"
"sure you want to take this, weighs more than a pound?!"
"cant' we steal something that is not made of steel?"
"let us steer around the house in the rear."
we peered aside the home looking for our peers.
...
and we got stiffed...
they disappeared...
what else can be more surreal...
djr
