The day is cloudy
The skies are woolly and grey
The wind is cold
The sun's out of the way
I feel such glee
For things left to do
I may get one thing done
Or maybe even two
Maybe nothing will happen
Today where so much brims
Still, at night, I'll clutch sparkles
Of my almost wanderings.
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Today, this day, this now, now this
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