Got dead things in your pool?
Want a meal makes you drool?
Call the cook and pool boy--
here to aid ya--though one's goy!
Sick of dead lines you must fix?
Set 'em 'side and have some kicks.
Alone is not lonely, this we know,
but work no play? Up, let's go!
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* A friend was editing her book and working toward a deadline. She was holed up in her house. The poem was a neighborly, textured offer to give her a break and some assistance as well as food and diversion.
