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Lazy (The Sunday After Thanksgiving) Today I am a slug; Dragging, Crawling, Sliming my way, Unattractively, through the hours. Don’t care. Beware. Leave me be. Can’t you see That I’m liking it? Lazy. A slug; Dragging, crawling Sliming my way, Peacefully unconcerned, Blissfully unadorned. Lazy, lazy, lazy, Through this last carefree, Quiet day.
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