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I put the list inside a drawer,
The sky was not a perfect blue.
I had a pocket of Saturday,
And one small thing I wanted to do.
Walk to the corner, turn once more,
Read the faded sign above the door.
No grand adventure, no display,
Just a pocket of Saturday.
The shop was shut, the park was full,
A dog inspected every shoe.
I changed the plan beside the gate,
And found another point of view.
Walk a little, let it bend,
A spare afternoon is not an exam to end.
Take one question home to stay,
From a pocket of Saturday.
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