My Life Story

Soooooooooooon it will be nooooon
and then it will not be noon
then it will be one
and I still  won’t be done
farting around
with sound
and sometimes meaning
when I know I should be cleaning
the garden shed or making the bed
washing the salad drawer in the refrigerator
(yech) it won’t wait ’til tomorrow

so maybe I’ll do that later

 

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