Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Nothing ever moved in this house until 
I bought a turntable and it broke and 
I had a fellow come in, he was a nice fellow, 
and he repaired it and dusted it off and said 
“Now it’s squeaky clean!” and it started 
moving again and he put on his hat and 
left and nothing moved.

You could say the fan moves in the house 
it’s true but I never see it because I turn it 
on after I turn off the lights and go to 
bed and wonder where you might be now 
if you are happy now as I lie here and 
listen to Ravel andante which really just 
means 'a lonely man in France, walking' 
and he is also not in the house.

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