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Me - Half past 7.
Soon a third will be heaven.
3 boosts to a stick,
as the day unfurls.
A liteness of being,
Sweet lethargy suffusing.
Moments strung along
Just doing what you're doing.

So come morning side.
No agendas bark or bite.
No dreams to chase,
No haste making waste.
Just thots seeded random
And impulse in gay abandon.
Up up and away,
Have a great day!
Arun - At such times I envy you.
Me - ....U gotta do, what you gotta do...
So just dew what you gotta dew!