hanging pictures leaning
i reach out to fix it a bit
something fell off to floor
an envelope i don't know
what's that for, my name
is on it, what could it be
i took to my bed; refuse
to open i will sleep on it
it's sending mind to spin
could be letter from friend
or hidden secret document
i open, oh my! my change
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