I Mailed It Tomorrow

I mailed it tomorrow,
Didn’t have any time left today.
I was busy out running some errands,
(Busy wasting my life away.)

But I though of you oh so often.
And I wondered “What’s new with you?”
So I mailed it tomorrow,
When I had nothing better to do.

Tomorrow’s a wonderful feeling,
Full of promise of good things to come.
So I thought—I’ll just mail it tomorrow.
(But I don’t really know just which one.)

Category: Poetry, Real Men

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