like a mouse who's found a prime slab of provolone
persistent little fucker
I wander around but don't get anywhere
an endless procession of same old, same old
the beauty of the day is lost on me
poor sun, poor sky
even the wind tries caressing my face
gentle and refreshing
all I can say is nice try,
thanks for playing
I need to invest in some mousetraps
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