Under the eaves I sit like a bat
thinking of what to do next
I could clean the house
( it needs it done - tomorrow)
I could paint the last beam
but then the light is getting too dark
(you cannot say that either)
so without further ado
this day is like hell
good intentions but
the sun looked so tempting
and the sea sparkled at the beach
that there was no competition
- the lifegiver won - again.
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