Writing this on the Number 1 bus.
Late meeting my instant love for dinner.
Met by chance lingering friends drinking to us
and, having to get away, made excuses like an original sinner.
Today I’m in such a good mood:
I might have cracked the meaning to it all.
Be cool, don’t fret, avoid any feud
and, if possible, stick to routines that punch the clock or knock down the wall.
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Author: aprettykettleofpoetry
