opportunity
sits in
my
den
and
says
“so what
you
going to do
this time?”
I look at
my pan,
bacon cooking
and sizzling,
and chuckle
him off
“don’t know,
bub”
“haha”
he laughs
“just hope
you don’t *****
it up
like every
other
time”
“yeah”
I say,
despondent,
“me
too”
and I serve
the bacon with
some eggs,
sit down
at the table
looking in at the
den,
and opportunity
watches the evening
news, waiting for
the day's lotto
numbers
Mar 27, 2011
Mar 27, 2011 at 6:52 AM UTC
opportunity
sits in
my
den
and
says
“so what
you
going to do
this time?”
I look at
my pan,
bacon cooking
and sizzling,
and chuckle
him off
“don’t know,
bub”
“haha”
he laughs
“just hope
you don’t *****
it up
like every
other
time”
“yeah”
I say,
despondent,
“me
too”
and I serve
the bacon with
some eggs,
sit down
at the table
looking in at the
den,
and opportunity
watches the evening
news, waiting for
the day's lotto
numbers
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