Some days the sun rises on the wrong side of my bed. My mom says I just got up
on the wrong side and she knows because she is left-handed and does everything
Just a little backwards. Anyways the days I am talking about are days that seem to be
unanchored and drifting like a kite without a tail. It shuffles one way and then another
looking for its younger brother who also has no tail which he lost covering that ghastly
storm in the South Pacific last Fall which stalled all the ships on their way to Half Moon
Bay.
I have a friend who has a calendar written in braille, says he can predict a storm brewing
Before the professional guy on TV who squeezes his predictions out of a plastic
Talking piece with tiny holes for air for the guy downstairs that has the duty that day!
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