Poetry (Day 363): A Million Miles

It seems I have gotten my numbering wrong again. I’m not going to go back and see where I stuffed up. Not tonight, anyway. So, 363 it is.

 

 

A Million Miles

 

I don’t want to chop
or dice. And I don’t want
sparkling floors. But
it’s been a long day
and the remote control
is a million miles away.

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