I meant to eat I always sing
in a minute while I make this thing
I meant clean that thing as soon as I got out of bed,
It will wait a few minutes because the idea in my head
I meant sweep the yard today,
the paint, the glass the art didn't give me my say
The garden pallet calls my heart
I know I shouldn't listen to the market I should dart.
I really should eat and shop and clean.
It's not my fault the muses are mean...
Written at 3:33 pm when I realized that while I had cleaned and fed my patient I had also just my spare time to do art and forgot to eat.....allday.... again.
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