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My neck does not like me sitting at the computer. I have ice on it (my neck, not the computer) so it's the only part of me that isn't uncomfortably warm. The summer and my neck have ganged up on me. I want them both arrested.
The air will remain sultry all night, as it did last night. Perhaps I'll go out and watch the thin crescent of the waning moon rise before dawn brings the sun back to broil another morning. I'll have to be careful not to look up at it for too long, though, lest my neck go further awry.
Cut and paste, my neck says. Enough with the keyboard! Me, following orders.
( Sunday Verse )
The air will remain sultry all night, as it did last night. Perhaps I'll go out and watch the thin crescent of the waning moon rise before dawn brings the sun back to broil another morning. I'll have to be careful not to look up at it for too long, though, lest my neck go further awry.
Cut and paste, my neck says. Enough with the keyboard! Me, following orders.
( Sunday Verse )
