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  • Gary Hunter

Cycles of Seven - Nov. 30, 2023

my life has become . . .

well imagine a horse

retired from the racetrack

Mondays Wednesdays and

Fridays bring the best feed

with carrots added on Tuesdays

and apples on Thursdays

I get to walk every other day

with free-range on Saturdays

and a nice bath on Sundays

I continue to awaken early though

It must be the old light trigger

time to get ready for work

at some point though

after rising I realize

I’m no longer in the race

And shake it off

like the tail swish

for a bothersome fly


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