yesterday, mowing day, I
clipped grass and yanked weeds
between onions, the light was breezy,
it was a sweat-easy day
like brief fortunes they come now and then
and of which, to the last cent, I spend
later, a clueless profligate, I’ll wonder
where all that fortune went
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.Jim Culleny
5/28/13
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