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Morning Forest Walk About
Time to put away winter thoughts
Of slumber sloth and turpitude
The sun is dancing, burning off the gloom
Frolic, to music unheard or faintly remembered
As the trees leaf out
So can your sprit, a dervish of abandon
Grant yourself permission to be
Freaky, wild, and weird
For just one moment say
Fuck it to the doom
@corlin
Each day.