Without a Poem
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
What time is it?
What time is it?
What time is it?
It's got to be four in the afternoon somewhere.
It's got to be raining somewhere.
It's got to be hot somewhere.
Someone's got to be thinking this somewhere.
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