Taking the day punishing it.
Rob it of plans, laziness a subtle thief.
Coming and stealing achievement as we try and sleep.
Hit this dry day with the sun.
The sky a disobedient blue, almost spitting refusal
as the clouds begin to blow.
This day taking blow after blow
from the wound up wind.
If bells were hanging outside
they´d chyme like judgement day.
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