It's Sunday.
It's Sunday. R It's Sunday. Numb with predictions And laundry. Promises to avoid The news. Must. Read. More. Sunday. Day to count Unhappy thoughts Must. Do. Better Using a toilet plunger To unclog the mind. It's to do thinking And jet lag phone calls And cleaning out The inside And moving in The outside. It's Sunday Clean. Clean. Clean. Avoiding the usual: "Frankly my dear, I don't give a braissier." Sunday.
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