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Spent my day out sitting beneath the sun Drinking gin and tonics and Tom Collins Reading a novel I wish would never end But want to end So that I may move onto and into another book waiting patiently on my shelf Thinking about the past and the future But living in the present with only the cold drink and book on my mind Listening to the neighborhood kids Grow up faster than we did But never reach the age of maturity They play in the streets Dribble their basketballs And rob houses when they need some cash Listening to the insects make their noises And if you listen closely You can hear the spiders lying in wait Setting their traps Hoping to catch their next meal The clouds roll across the sky The sun hides and comes out again I squint my eyes in the light and relax them in the shade A slow strobe light of natures intent The wind blows and howls periodically Freezing the sweat on my chest And cools me down on the parts my drink doesn't touch There's work tomorrow but that is a decade away And even further from my mind Today I sit out in the sun Drinking gin and tonics and Tom Collins Reading a novel That never ends
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Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 3:22 PM UTC
Sunny Days
Spent my day out sitting beneath the sun Drinking gin and tonics and Tom Collins Reading a novel I wish would never end But want to end So that I may move onto and into another book waiting patiently on my shelf Thinking about the past and the future But living in the present with only the cold drink and book on my mind Listening to the neighborhood kids Grow up faster than we did But never reach the age of maturity They play in the streets Dribble their basketballs And rob houses when they need some cash Listening to the insects make their noises And if you listen closely You can hear the spiders lying in wait Setting their traps Hoping to catch their next meal The clouds roll across the sky The sun hides and comes out again I squint my eyes in the light and relax them in the shade A slow strobe light of natures intent The wind blows and howls periodically Freezing the sweat on my chest And cools me down on the parts my drink doesn't touch There's work tomorrow but that is a decade away And even further from my mind Today I sit out in the sun Drinking gin and tonics and Tom Collins Reading a novel That never ends
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Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 3:22 PM UTC
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