Prevarication
There is this wall outside not a big wall
but it needs to be painted, promised to
coat it twice when it got cooler
it is colder today but it is overcast and
looks like rain, what a pity; anyway
I haven’t, got a paint roller not paint.
I’ll buy the stuff I need this afternoon
if it is not raining or too hot. I hate
painting it makes such a bloody clutter.
Anyway the wall is new, grey cement
looks quite cute, smells of freshness,
perhaps I will paint the wall come spring.
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