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I'm restless.

I need something to occupy my mind, but I'm sick of everything or just don't feel like doing it.

There could be another poem or few in this persistent discontent I've been in lately, but I don't quite feel like writing it/them.

And there are ducks outside, across the street. I've never noticed ducks over there before, but I hear ducks out there tonight, lots of quacking.

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Maybe I just need some thinking time.

Lots of thinking time.

Oh shit

O'Connor announces Supreme Court retirement

We're fucked now (and we thought we were in enough danger of losing our freedoms before).