Banish metaphor in favour of costume,
roll up the heirlooms anaerobic.
Walk to the market and home again,
12 miles each way, dawn to dusk..
Spend the rent money on two
blue-faced whatchamacallits
made of straw; hung up facing
each other, they say nothing..
silence is gold..
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