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Ambition is not a Requirement for Retirement
I awoke and wiped moon dust from my eyes. Kissed an ancient tabby cat in the morning light. The sun found the slats in between his lives. Nine A.M I gathered just enough ambition. To peel an orange and crack an egg. Went outside to water withering pansy faces. They whispered to me that I was very late. It hadn't rained for 9 1/2 days. When I was young, they spoke of another ice age. Now they say the planets are quickly burning away. Who are "the they" anyway? I stared into the mailbox's mouth. It's going to be a fine day. No bills popped out. I waved to the gray-faced neighbor. He arthritically waved back. He's got one foot in the grave. I'm amused by his smiling butt crack. I went back inside just before I burned. Rid the house of egg bits and cat turds. Tabby tap-danced around my grey turkey legs. It was about time for an old man's nap. Dreaming of tabby cats, nuclear annihilation and a red-haired siren that never came back.
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