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| jo'b. |
Such a cool, overcast morning,
I am easily pleased, it doesn't take much,
A slow-motion sky, soft weather,
The weeds of the field in bloom, even
The invasives, like me, and then
The bullfrogs grunting in the afternoon,
Then the doves eulogizing the dusk.
Such a day, such a day — how sweet it can be,
Almost enough to make me believe
The worst won't ever happen.
