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Sep 2023
This business of taking care of business
leaves me feeling incomplete, as if
some other business is not being taken
care of. I’ve breached no duty to the world
or to my country or family, yet it seems
that some prior obligation, just
to myself perhaps, remains unperformed.
Or do I delude myself that this present
pursuit justifies itself, or that it
suspends my obligation to myself,
a preconditoin to performance of
that business which I first set out to do?
It doesn’t matter what I think -- the contract
governs, and I’ll be liable for any breach.
Β© 1991 by Jack Morris
Strangerous
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Strangerous  New Orleans
(New Orleans)   
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