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Late-Afternoon Nap
There's nothing quite like catching an elusive snooze, Grasping a fleet-footed catnap, Grabbing a quarter of the normal forty winks, Something far short of a ripsnorting Van Winkle doze, To make a man on an escape from numbing urban routine Surrender to the body's natural need to relax And be sundered by the carefreedom a mini-slumber provides,
Which is precisely what I did, late this Friday afternoon, Here, on my first full day back in away-from-it-all Wisconsin, Where the lake is melting a month too early And the few streets the village boasts are snowless, Yet echoing with the fast-paced footfalls of my jogging shoes... Nothing quite like chasing an hour's nap, To awaken the soul to the balm of emancipation and calm.
03/12/10 - (2)
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