Boy Are My Arms Tired!

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Mulling over this presence of time and thinking,
what should today be about?
What do I wanna pome on this day
this Friday of 28th.
No 29th for you, February!
See you in three years!

Today is a breezy time,
I did some important work and crossed
off a ton of checkboxes
and even though the mush of mind is real,
kinda serene right now about that.

So perhaps I write about nothing,
perhaps today is an empty wist
throwing words summarise my nonchalance,
while I dance between web pages
without a purpose or care.