Day Off Call Off

I planned a Sunday off. I laid in food.
I didn’t try to make a friendly date.
I figured to indulge a lazy mood,
enjoy some Autumn weather, cogitate
about no news and let concerns abate.
I lasted for an hour, but I miss
the like of bike and stretch. And now my state
of mind won’t still until I’ve written this.


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