How painful to forget how to celebrate.
How mundane as weather´s manager
sends a crappy sky for the feast.
Unwilling to open my own hand in
generosity.
Some inconsistant will to be lively
calms on the very day it should inspire.
The dreb sky just seems to show the next
few days as a bad omen.
The late information split plans
and threw away my
idle-time breaking hammers.
Oh the dim light and lack of interest.
Forcing a joke would only liberate
the nearest eye to tears.
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