With something drifting and something shifting, the earth still held the sky.
A hibiscus near a teacup,
An orchid by a glass of wine,
A park bench in twilight,
Our Mondays soaked in brine.
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It was an oatmeal sort of day. Not very productive or anything. And from tomorrow the bills will be coming in. So there will be that to pla...
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