Vol 11, Num 14 :: 2012.07.06 — 2012.07.19
First day of summer
 Always first of something
 And last of something else
 Who do I know,
 Correct that, did I know, that
 Won’t see this one,
 This summer, I mean
If I stop and
 Think and
 Consider
 The reality,
 Possibly the stupidity,
 Of spending today
 Looking forward to
 The completion of X,
 The end of Y and
 The arrival of Z
 I can keep finishing,
 Acquiring, accomplishing
 Until there is no more
 And, yes,
 That would include
 No more of me
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