August

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If you can learn to love even the month of August
To smile at the rabid raccoon family crossing your street,
And the patchy coyotes wobbling like models hunting for pussy meat,
If you can scratch the bug bites without feeling persecuted,
And let the ratty curtains tickle your face,
Remembering that the wind is your one & only commitment.
And to drink water,
And that you are nobody’s father,
Then - well -
OPENING CREDITS
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