Making one the inner man and my drums,
This was in the morning.
Compromised that more of this in moments future,
A few hours coming.
I was meaning to miss it.
The missus dismissed it.
Making one the inner man and my drums,
This was in the noontime, nearing dusk.
My host and his cohorts, beautiful dames,
Crooners, ministers, I see them smiling.
The text message says blessed.
I think I shall sleep well and do it again.
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