Henry Never Finished Anything

Henry never finished anything
He always had eight to twenty projects going
I am in the middle of that one, he would say.
And that one, and that one and that one.
If he was a murderer the world would be a safer place.
I never knew him to take anything to completion.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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