There are times when I swear my life is like the daily mail.
I will dress for the occasion, attempt to curb my excitement
for the far-fetched possibilities awaiting me,
and even venture out into the elements
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Good poem, I never really hope for anything more than the newest copy of Rolling Stone magazine and it is normally late.
I loved this one. A very twenty-forst century lament using uncluttered images and a distinctive voice.