I suppose it all comes down to what you want to lie about
prompt from http://www.napowrimo.net/
It doesn’t really matter, she thought
if the phone never rings, I really don’t care.
The rain can go on raining,
the temperature does not need to rise.
I can wear my boots all year,
the Mary-Janes can stay in their box.
It doesn’t matter much if we
only have two seasons this year.
The daffodils stunted, tulips withered.
I am not bothered by any of this, she said.
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