Some days are made to walk in puddles,
poke your nose in unknown places,
write a rhyme, inter your troubles,
play in your internal spaces,
Fiddle, footle, frolic, muddle,
scan the maps on peoples faces,
Some days are meant for work or schooling,
others are for different graces.
-G. Lally.
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A medley; a hodgepodge...of politics, poetry, memorabilia...of thoughts on time and mortality
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