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September 2, 2012

Oh, the recklessness of it all!
Being overwhelmed
Or maybe just ‘whelmed’
Here on the cusp of fall.

On September 2nd
Many chores beckoned
None would enthrall
That much could be reckoned.

Out we have turned
And not for the worse
Yet what have we learned
Not already rehearsed?
Should we go and get burned
Work with lips tightly pursed?

Damn well better pass by
All those portly tag sales
We have too much clutter
That’s what it entails.

With summer near gone
And when we look back it’s
The same farm – pale and wan
With some mean yellow jackets!