As G and I were having our morning coffee, his eyes pleading with me already, I give a silent assent. My reward was his rendition of A Time to Talk by Robert Frost.
When the sun calls to me from outside,
I don't sit down and stare at all of the books I haven't read.
No, not as there is a time to play.
I set down my glasses,
And go out to the sun.
P.S. The fact that G was chatting about the Commutative Property with our retired math teacher-friend last night over an impromptu campfire dinner did help. Ha!
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