The longest day. #autism

 

 

Some days I hear blather.

It’s talking or something else.

You say it.

And we cut the grass.

The wind blows.

She is moaning.

Causation, causation.

I will meet you at the station.

Ah, but you won’t be there.

Because this is the longest day.

 

And I won’t swim in the sea,

or even touch it with my toes.

 

 

 

 

 

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