Lucky
Sonnet about a treat boutique
The cling clang of the falling pans rings out
A common daily clamamity
Displays are a show of urbanity
Masking all pains, tired hands still do tout-
Treats, pass joy, unless passing by without
The only real fear is a cavity
Hailed as a place for dates and family
Dropped cookies, the only reason to pout
So safe, so quaint, and suitably sheltered
Decor distracts from other destruction
The homeless mutters, shared, unfettered
Paid for in rent and through it's seduction
Hidden vices kept in as small guilt and-
Wars kept out, Inside, only for discussion
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The Conceptual Planet: Into Outer Space-Micah's Story
Days blend and continue on undisturbed for the most part. There is a lot of waiting in between workouts and eating. There is one repair we are working on. Other than the repair it's all monitoring and stand by. Monotony feels more tirtiring than his workouts and work. Days ends come around and sleep is attempted. We all are adjusting and have interacted minimally so far. We seem humbled by our surroundings and task. Sutton is the crew member easiest to be around. Today passes uneventfully. Sleep comes after counting to around 89. Probably out of boredom and a desire to stop counting.
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