September 22

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Down in the valley
I saw a white horse,

I though to wish on it,
but took too long
thinking.

The next pasture over
was a flock of sheep,

still in the distance,
but I’m sure up close
they were moving.

Just how tired
do you have to be

to be unable to think
of just one thing
you want?

Just how far will I
need to drive

before I admit
that it’s possible
to move in one sense

but still be
stuck overall?

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