I GET PRETTY COMFORTABLE
I know death lingers yet in my outfield,
but no team has yet come out. I'm OK with
that, so I lounge around on the silly bases
which now keep changing size! The blue sky,
when it does show up, becomes as a blue sky
should be. The birds flit around, all too busy
for me. If there's a hawk of an eagle today,
with that killing claw or talon, I've not seen it.
My biggest problem, anyway, seems to just be
fitting all things in. My space is cramped and
the corners are full. There some some idiot
Mohicans selling space in their storage sheds
a few miles out - some native name I can't
pronounce. Imagine! Indians selling us back
the space for the crap we can't fit!!
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