It's sunny and 82.
I'm here thinking of you.
I can hear my laundry churning
and there's still that yearning.
Tomorrow will be 93.
That's OK with me.
No it's not.
I almost forgot.
It's not so bad being alone...
just have to turn off the phone.
I'll lend and ear and
wish you were here.
Father's Day could be easy
as long as it's a little breezy.
It's not about what I or you did...
I just hope it's not hot and humid.
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