Awake 200 minutes, I am done
with all the tasks I self-assigned today.
There weren’t many – now I’m glad there’s none,
except completion of this little verse.
I’m planning not to visit anyone,
or venture from the yard that’s my domain.
I’m wearying of never any fun –
too much of others’ issues in my way.
I want some quiet time, with breeze and sun.

(Magic 9)

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