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She isn't speaking to me.
Because I'm not speaking to her.
Will she never learn to ask me,
instead of telling me too late?

I am lugged around like a child.
Never consulted about plans made.
All I ever get is two minutes.
Because our drive is in the driveway.

I haven't had time to shower.
Suppose I could have one later.
A week is too long to go without,
time to read, write or sing.

All the things I used to love,
have slipped like time away.
So she can not talk to me.
Not for the rest of my days.

hmph!