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Leaving the Motel W. D. Snodgrass Outside, the last kids holler Near the pool: they'll stay the night. Pick up the towels; fold your collar Out of sight. Check:is the second bed Unrumpled, as agreed? Landlords have to think ahead In case of need, Too. Keep things straight: don't take The matches, the wrong keyrings-- We've nowhere we could keep a keepsake-- Ashtrays, combs, things That sooner or later others Would accidentally find. Check:take nothing of one another's And leave behind Your license number only, Which they won't care to trace; We've paid. Still, should such things get lonely, Leave in their vase An aspirin to preserve Our lilacs, the wayside flowers We've gathered and must leave to serve A few more hours; That's all. We can't tell when We'll come back, can't press claims, We would no doubt have other rooms then. Or other names. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 140.112.194.17