Damn, We’ve Got It Good

Just
When it was
My turn

To complain,
The jukebox songs
I wanted play,

Puddles
Turn to
Dust,

Sunshine
Trumps
The rain,

I had numbered
Lists, now
Worthless,

If I knew origami,
They’d fly away
As cranes.


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