Thursday, April 18, 2019

Dithering

Waking in the night, 

I was excited about an idea.


By light of the morning, 

I was less sure.


So I called my Dad,

To lay out the issue before him.


My Mom listened, too,

And in the end we were all agreed.


Not a good idea. 

And the rest of the day, I was so relieved.

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