Entreaties
There’s a stack of papers that need attention
But I can’t find my glasses.
My truck is making that funny noise.
I sleep too late,
There's no one here to wake me.
I don’t write,
Seems it's all been said.
Your point’s been made:
I am selfish and fickle,
Say what you like.
Come home.
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