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Tuesday, July 11, 2023
July,
You alive?
It’s sunshine,
But sometimes,
I sit here and stare,
And ask why I’m deep?
In a blissed state of think—
As I breathe and repeat…I think,
I think…must’ve done this for peace,
Must’ve gazed straight through bored,
As if I’m waiting for more, more of—bored,
July, don’t lie, are you here? If you are,
Just say Hey, or Hi, and I’ll shut up,
Alright? Do I sound so up tight?
Does this poem read alright?
Stop by if you’re free…?
Maybe… tonight?
Any day’s okay,
But anyways,
Thank you—
For the sun light,
As I sit here and type,
-Budd




