He had set the day.
In his morose fashion,
Relieved.
Relieved, he tolerated his burden:
"Only a few more days,
Get things in order."
The day approached,
He approached the day;
And on that day
He couldn't do it.
Promptly, he walked out his front door,
Relieved.
He sniffed the air, and soaked up the sun,
Only he could not avoid the car,
Nor it him,
And thus, -it- ended his day!
~ gtk
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Refugees of Reason
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