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Bother

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Lord,

It’s Thursday

And I don’t know what to do

There are many things

Looking after,

I suppose, like

The Kenny Loggins

Song about Pooh Corner

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Some things

Might be important

In the world

Not for fame

No

But for minimally

Watching expectation

That some imperial force

Around the corner is

Coming ‘round

And keeping count

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I’m not sure how

The anchorites and hermits

Pull it off,

Remove themselves from

The bazaar of interchange

For profit,

Recognition,

Maybe a place

At the table where

All the shining people sit

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Maybe it’s the maybes

The desert is a sure thing,

After all

Or maybe they know something

So much better

Than the rest

And to rest in that,

Surprise in know

How content they are

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But removal

Like a spot

Need not be necessary

It’s Thursday

We can pick up something here

Or there

That does need doing

And deciding

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C L Couch

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