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So what.

So what.

So what, if the days are longer. So what, if the nights are shorter.

Endless papers to write. Thoughtless paperwork to complete. Empty solace at the bottom of a bottle.

Is this all there is to life, One is coerced to ask.

Sadly, this is, but there is more. There is a time. There is a place. Just,

this is not it.

This. Is. Not. It.

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Wishes

Wishes are paper airplanes.

Some soar. Some just look good on paper.

But,

None fly high, none fly for long.

I prefer paper boats, at least, they float.