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Tuesday, February 16, 2021

procrastifusion

I just don't feel like doing this
tomorrow. Maybe
the day after that, or today.
Tomorrow I want 
to do nothing at all. 
It's nice to look forward to
pause in play. Some whistle 
blows stop, or go, or help
- we'll come then a-running,
regardless of which. We'll 
busy ourselves and each
other as well. Tomorrow 
I just need a break from 
the scratch, to let myself
itch.
Or at least 

today, that's about how it 
feels
it's going
to go. Perhaps 
yesterday, I'll get up
to dig ditch. To pitch 
in with both feet to my neck
in the sticky flow, but 
somehow, I don't 

think I will. I don't recall 
anything quite like that. Let 
yesterday be, I say. Let's go. 
Enough has been done 
to the past. That's a fact!

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