Deception

  • Blurry Pleasantry

    Who knew our taste of stability Lay in the concrete of the Modesto heat Where you can cook your eggs right outside Feed a family, in our case, five  Two and a half hours from Grandma’s house A small sacrifice to live without doubt Of where Dad’s next paycheck would beAnd whether or not it’s been earned scotch-free  Finally, Mom

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