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backyard. Those unformulated plans Know who they are And are just waiting for their moment To tear up your briefly organized past. We all know the way things Are supposed to happen And as long as you don’t include Every detail that’s the way They will be. The squirrel tosses A nut from the top of a tree, It drops down the neck of the boy’s father Who knows his boy’s mischievous ways And decides at that moment To send the squirrel To military school in Montana. The boy sympathizes but
Doesn’t say a word as he has
No love for cold weatherAnd plans to get acquainted With some Whales in Florida. Plans he didn’t know he had. Living in Pods As we all do, it only takes One sick leader to end up On a beach somewhere so The boy thought Let’s not do that again. Things are going to be Different this year. L. Fullington |
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