The Scramble
When the sun is out
I scramble for things to do
other than errands
It's a scramble I say. I don't want to take the plastic to the recycling center, or sit in the library reading People magazine or go to Dania to look at dining room tables. I must be outside! That being said, I will probably end up doing all the things I just listed today. Damn.
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