The old
grey haired
caretaker
with raggedy
ripped torn
jeans,
has worked
here since
before your
mom and dad
ever dreamed
of you,
and behind
those wrinkled
blue eyes
is an
anthology
of tales
of
wisdom,
and food
for hearty
cackles
and
great
waterfalls
of tears,
a
big
thick
book
of
mistakes
and the
Oh so
glorious
triumphs,
but you
ignore
him
because
he looks
stinky
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