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Expired Milk
A lonely carton painted white stands upon the counter-top.
He feels his churning souring and tries to peek at the date.
The calendar above the mirror has been ignored for many months.
Struggling to turn and glance, the carton wonders when he'll expire.
But as his label's out of reach, he cannot see, and is ignored.
There isn't much momentum to be gained or used or carried.
So the carton begins rocking to and fro, slushing about for a while.
Thinking of little, wondering, and sure that what's doing is done,
he brings himself forward, topples off the counter, and spills,
before his rancid innards force him into the trash.
