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What would we do without our toys?
Mummy has hers, I have mine.
I pick up frequencies on the body somewhere, if the boss doesn't press the ear piece hard, I keep the bugs from spoiling the picnic.
Pigs for breakfast, slaughtering Enron, scattered branes.

She sleeps a lot, she not sleeping, something, another buy-out, another tax cut.
The turn for the worse is negotiable, at the blackjack table, deep into condominium wars.

And what would we do without our toys?
Without the hotels,
our Cat-Bs,
the little black meters,
our cold oil crack cans?

Buy off Saddam for a credit card bill, tennis lessons and shopping auctioning.

The kids are calm and happy in the dying sun in the backyard.

We can protect you from terror, we can protect you from pains, we can not protect you from secondary relatives.

Onion rings, popcorns, selenium arsenate humming quiet on a scrap of paper, never too far but out of sight.

It has been done before.
I squinted,
I smiled.

What would we do without our toys?
Our midnight toll boot run,
our firemen,
our television,
our pasta salad,
our little woes,
our skyscrapers,
our neighbors.

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In the meantime, Wendy, our Narrator for the occasion, reports a twist in Jehova's Witnesses Strategy To Close & Casual Encounters. Apparently they started hiding, creeping around the corner. Next I'll hear is they are now able to "morph".