a dawdler by
nature,
a straggler by
avocation,
i could manage
to lose a race
to a pro
crastinator;
me-lingering through
life,
i barely can
find the energy
to get up and do
nothing
constructively;
strolling down the
street,
stopping at the
outdoor cafe at
the corner of
apathy and inert,
i while away
my hours, making
a cup of expresslow
last all afternoon;
but immediately?
immediately!
that's the
scariest
word
in the
Book.
(c) 2011 Thom M. Shuman
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
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