Even on a beautiful, blue-sky-and-sunshine morning such as this, I grab a cup of coffee and repair to the porch for a first cigarette of the day ... and I wait for it.
I know it's coming at some point. It's just the way the world goes around. One day, perhaps it won't, but past experience suggests it will ... and it will catch me up again and twirl me like a wet towel in a laundry drier, around and around and around... as ignorant yesterday as it will be tomorrow ...
I wish....
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