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Thursday, December 14, 2023

Plans

 Plan B...? To die young. Lo! Thou loiter'd too long.
(Burning all oeuvre save juvenilia: wrong...?)
 Plan B...? Exit early! Thou linger'd too late.
 Thou shalt die an old-timer of nine, at this rate.
 Plan A...? Eighty-six'd. Thou ne'er languish'd nor loll'd --
 thou, alas, hit the gas when thou well might have crawl'd.
 Plan A...? Down the drain. Best a lounge lizard be. 
(Does Plan B guarantee a solution...? Thou'll see...)

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