I suppose it all comes down to what you
want to lie about
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Careless
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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