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Aug 2018
Hey, let's go out.
Go to the park and hang out.
Except, they didn't get the message.
As others did, you spoke of a do-nothing Saturday.

Not a single thing.
Not one single thing.
Well, except a shower, maybe.

No friend need to arrive.
No kins need to come by.
This is your day.
This is your time.

As you designated it, as a do-nothing Saturday.

Don't call me.
Don't text me.
Don't message me on social media.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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