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Crystal Ball - Feb. 11, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Feb 11
  • 1 min read

I’m one of those late rising

robe-coffee-newspaper types

but only on Wednesdays

and Sundays

 

the other days I’m

combing in a cold bathroom

dressing in the semi-dark

for some age appropriate

imperative or another

 

and in the crystal ball

I see the wonder of laziness

has a bright future

 
 
 

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