15,886. THE DEAD-BOTTOM OF THE YEAR

THE DEAD-BOTTOM OF THE YEAR

Let me tell you things: I no longer care

about shirts and patterns; or clothing and

decoration; nor whether the lampshade is 

straight. I live my life now like a deviant

invalid, struggling for travel and air. If I

see another Springtime arrive, I'll be the

most happy man in the world.

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Now, at this dreaded-dead-bottom of the

calendar year, it all wilts and breaks. Don't

tear off that calendar page. Please no! 

Nor lessen the light that comes in. That 

trickle-down theory is working; I'll take

any tiny bit that comes in.