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Squeezing The Oleo

Where have the crickets gone
like pesos of Cisco and Poncho
the grandfather clock snores
listening to the kitchen gadgets  
as Mama squeezes the oleo  
with no time for the sacraments
or self-rising biscuit of Grandpa
whistling from the grave
finetuning his battle-axe  
watching twilight thaw
and I can't ignore the shadow
of Mr. Potato Head laughing  
filing it's long fingernails
and waxing its moustache  
as Mama squeezes the oleo  
Written by PaleSkies
Author's Note
Nightmares are like memories.
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