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- Poetry > Free VerseDear Hokey, Now that you're gone, Ma has married the cello. She strokes its strings like Babies And whispers in its ears. You selfish, little bastard Take it with you Next time. Now, we're stuck With a ghost That can't even cook. Remember that last day? Four-and-a- Half lifetimes ago, ...