Day 22,702

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St. Patrick’s Day

March 17

Must do nothing sometimes
To let in the better somethings

Hear the birdsong of spring
The honking of geese
And the roar of a jet in the sky

Walking nowhere
For no reason
And seeing where it leads

There are times for doing something
And for that I have a list
Of somethings to do sometimes

I’ve lost myself
I feel sometimes
And so I sit and wait
To see if he comes back

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Where is my Hundred Acre Wood?
And what’s become of my friends?