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| June 5, 2016 on my patio |
The bucket is empty.
The tap barely drips.
But the sun’s shining brightly
on this day with no quip.
I’ve stepped out of doors.
I’ve dug in the dirt.
Getting ready for planting?
~ It can’t really hurt.
So I’ll fill up my bucket.
Clean out the tap.
So writing flows better ~
and then take a nap.
“Dreams, if they’re any good, are always a little bit crazy.”
~ Ray Charles
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