My Great-Uncle Arnie was
Loathsome but so rich that
His shadow had a shadow
Of its own -- a poor thing who
Could never get her timing
Right, stretching out at
Noon and shrinking so as
To be almost invisible
And a trip-hazard when
The Sun was going down. It went
Missing at my Aunt Tamara's
Wedding and was finally found
Sleeping in a heavy lead-crystal
Bowl that was meant to be
Almost impossible to store.
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