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Shed by Alan D. Harris 
 
 Shakespeare said we shuffle off
 or at the very least shed
 unmatched socks
 worn-out shoes
 faded suits
 fit for neither weddings
 nor the funeral dance
 
 using the Bard's metaphoric
 boiler-plated
 bullet-pointed boxes
 stacked in the cellars
 stuffed with stuff
 real and surreal
 crowding the corners 
 of our basements
 our foundations
 clogging our attics
 our minds
 we check off each item
 until the only mortal coil
 we have left to shed
 is the last breath we take
 to say
 sayonara, baby
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