One Wednesday In March

I walk outside into the glorious day.
The sun shines brightly,
another lunch time,
another can of coke.

Sweet as honey.
Sickly sweet.
I find time to sit
in the shade,
enjoy the beautiful day
and sip the sweet nectar.

Such a change from
the stuffy offices -
air conditioned and
closed and
controlled climate.
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