Poem: Thursday
There’s always something that needs throwing out. An old shirt, some brain-dump, words, friends, old friends, [keep the enemies – they’re good for business, even if it’s a bad buzz]
old books, new music, bad looks, crooked thoughts, stupid dreams.
There’s always a way to start the day, and you hardly ever get to choose it.
Today you awoke with an urge to w…
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