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We started this game
Went to bed late and woke late
Time kept its stiff march

Are there simple flights?
Without delays, malfunctions
Or drunk passengers

Running the playbook
Then a chat about a change
A fine spring wake-up

Now a car salesman
Because his friend can’t sell much
Presidential blight

Airport talk returns
A constant flow of ideas
So many half-baked

A clear work schedule
But Monday acts like a dolt
And throws down marbles

As one cat slumbered
We snuck the other outside
For the snow, she passed

Electronics hushed
I grab a book and my cat
Saturday slow down

Snow melts as we walk
Hitting pause on the workday
Don’t fear, work waited

Friends get to pause time
Stories will close the time gap
Then, the topics drift