I know
Because I have been told
Again and again and again
Over these many years
That I ought to do some things today
But I will not do them
Have not for long
Being taken up by other tasks
And even if it's not some
Sheep in a ditch
I still have to put my hand thereto
And yank it out from
That moist divot
Where something white, something fluffy
Has fallen
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