When late
there is a tendency to worry
and flap about
like a pigeon in a storm.
Those days are behind me.
I don’t flap I just
hibernate for a while.
Maybe when I open my eyes spring will
have arrived and things would
have changed for
the better.
Now wouldn’t that be something…
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