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Rated: E · Fiction · Biographical · #2113285
The procrastination of mowing the lawns
Night turned to day then to night again.

The dark sky dimmed and turned azure. Clouds drifted across the sky and gathering until the sunshine was hidden. Rain fell. The wind blew. After the rain and wind died down again the sky dimmed and stars came out twinkling. The moon shone for almost twelve hours before changing shifts with the early morning sun.

I got out of bed. On my way down the hall I noticed that the calendar had not been changed so I changed it and studied March's photo of a cow standing on a lawn, chewing on long grass. The sound of mooing drew me to the living room, where I looked out the window and saw a cow standing on my front lawn chewing long grass.

I laughed briefly and felt releived I did not need to mow the lawns, then went back to bed.

Day turned to night.

Night turned to day then to night again.
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