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Lallygag
I measured the morning in verse,
As the dawn drew near,
Like a hunter on the veldt.
As thoughts of reason,
And misplaced responsibilities,
Grew within my head.
The coffee cup was sitting,
With the crust of a long day,
As if to be forgotten,
In the rest of bed.
But I knew little of the new day,
Or should I find me there,
And did wander into new prey,
That would keep the hope well fed.
But alas I do now find,
The reckoning be nigh,
For tomorrow is now here,
And my beat nonplussed desire.
So I will no-longer ponder,
The merits that stroll the fields,
And shall like belt that yields,
Upon the girth be spread.
