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Thursday, February 12, 2026
In the places I am not,
Leaves the spaces I belong,
And a puzzle I should know,
Moving pieces to unfold.
But I don’t—and still I move,
Some to places that won’t fit…
So it’s not like I can’t change,
Or seek spaces where it’s strange.
But timing’s often tricky,
It’s a puzzle, mood—
And shifty… 🥊
-Budd


