i am looking at tool board
many has gone missing
should they replenish?
i ask myself in quiet mood
i heard an answer not far
we know, ' just waiting pieces'
i tried to raise my car
to a working height
but it didn't proceed
as i expected, sigh
i glimpse at my watch
it's getting late afternoon
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