The End of the Middle. How Will You Ever Get Out of This? Houses Set Too Close Together. The End of the Middle. How Will You Ever Get Out of This? Houses Set Too Close Together. Why worry about the neighbor. And, besides, too young to know better. I guess because I hear him scream. In the night, usually. At his wife, but sometimes. He had a hobbled foot one week. I saw him on a crutch. He can often be heard.

The scowling sun beams in the dark shaded window,. Awakening tiresome eyes, rolling over on pillows. Your eyes glance over,. Your lips touch mine,. My legs start to quiver. The green in your eyes. Have spots of grays and browns. And the curves in your smile. Can take away all my frowns. You have a way of. Turning my pain into pleasure. Hands that trace my body.