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01/18/99
It's Monday.
It's ugly outside:
puffs of dismal gray clouds
smear in and out of each other,
while cars skim across rainy road surfaces
and children ride their bikes through puddles,
trying to find some sort of happiness...
The wind makes itself known.
I stare at the clock...
12:23pm--
it's time for work soon,
and the thought of doing anything except
curling back into my bed in silence
wipes the smile off my face,
the way an irritated mother roughly
erases smudges of gooey mush
from her child's face
with a sopping wet
washcloth.