I do not march in August But rather meander With little to no sense of urgency And if imaginable Even less passion Emotionally static Moved by neither sight nor sound Of man, woman, child or beast.

I do not march in August But rather meander With little to no sense of urgency And if imaginable Even less passion Emotionally static Moved by neither sight nor sound Of man, woman, child or beast.
It was a nice break amidst a tiring day to read these lines. Thank you.
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