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Rensselaerville Library Poetry GroupPoems by members of the Rensselaerville Library Poetry Group. He prefers to spend his days lazed. In the stuffy arms of a chair by the window. Where he can keep an emerald eye. Peeled for caricatures in the street. His pleasures are unparalleled. Though this morning he carried on. About the hot cereal being anything but. Later, despite the coming snow. He insisted on our usual walk -. The side streets troubled by student drivers. At ten and two, the vacant lot flecked. Which pleased him to no end, knowing.
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