| Summary: | Appropriate Subjects for Poetry No. 694I'll miss my wife when she's gone. She's no plans to go and nowhere to go— nowhere that requires wearing shoes or a bra— but it pays to be prepared for the eventual; you never know when you'll be called on to suddenly miss someone or something. I have, of course, missed things in the past with mixed levels of enthusiasm and success— cats, fish, other wives, Old English Spangles— but I'm not a natural, far from it, and feel decidedly underprepared to miss anything new. Not everything can be replaced as easily as a bulb or a heart. Jim Murdoch ( 43)
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