Lists
lists, lists, lists
everywhere the lists!
of things to do,
of things to buy,
of buckets to fill
before I die,
of things that cause
my eyes to mist,
of things that make me
question why
while gazing
in the bluest sky
I still might dare
to shake my fist
10/05/2018
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