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[title] => Night Crawler, Part 6
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[hometext] => The next morning...
[bodytext] => He awoke the next morning to the sound of a robin
Singing in his ear, and the tickle of a daddy long legs Wiggling around under his shirt. It was a beautiful morning, Except for the part about the daddy long legs. For the most part, he had sobered up. He tried his key in the door, and luckily enough, it worked. It had been more than four days since he had left out that same door. He took a deep breath and went into his bedroom To look for his wife. The bedroom door was shut and locked. He decided that she must still be sleeping, So he got himself a glass of water To take care of his headache. He decided that a little TV would be nice to pass the time. He turned on the four inch black and white unit That he and his wife kept at the dinner table, And heard the familiar sound of Rod Roddy’s voice Announcing the next contestant on The Price is Right. This would certainly do just fine. After about forty minutes, during one of those Wilford Brimley, “I have diabetes. Check your blood sugar and check it often.” commercials, There was a loud knock at the man’s front door. He opened it to find a young man in hospital scrubs Who looked like he was ready for bed. “Good morning, sir.” the doctor said. “How can I help you?” the man replied. “I’ve come to collect payment for services rendered unto your wife over that last few days. Are you her husband?” [comments] => 3 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Butterat_Zool [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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