1514 Pike Place, Suite #1
September 22, 1996
I think I lost my bus pass
and that this is a test
of my crisis intervention skills
to use on myself.
I decide to take a nap
because I feel depressed
since I lost my bus pass
and life sucks.
Until I see my pass is stuck
within my checkbook,
and I decide to go to a bakery
because I feel lucky.
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