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Caution canceled — a squirrel in the road. Sleeping in, one arm draped over the side. Alarm clock smashed to smithereens, or so you dreamed. Wild and sporadic aren't the same thing as not being cautious. Think then erase that thought and do whatever you were thinking about. I only had thought of the first line and the title before I plunged ahead and created a meaningless poem. Ah well. What am I to do? Nothing. |