I auto-sync to the house.
Even when the kids jump about.
Wash the dishes.
Sweep the floor.
Re-dusting all of the décor.
Time is essential.
Kept away from the tap.
I hate when it starts to evaporate.
Like the day was wasted.
Chasing the confiscated.
I wait for the time to relax and unwind.
Before it’s time to call it quits, I empty out the condiments.
Babbling of the Irrational Mind.
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