Clear and workable
What in the beginning
Seemed strange and improbable
How my grumpiness connects
With the things I don’t want to do
And yet must tackle first
If I’m to get anything else done
According to the stars I get
To work with today anyway
But that these stars might also read
Something into our irregular orbits
That spells for each of them
Another day in hell
Who thinks of that
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