Later is a magical place and time in which everything is done and everyone’s happy

So many push-ups live there and all the matching socks from the dryer

The quality of husbands in the land of later is, from what I hear, exceptional

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It’d make a fun holiday for a while, I guess, to be somewhere that everything is happening

And perhaps I’d finaly get to know what it’s like to have a clean floor and countertop

At the same point on the spacetime continuum

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It’d be refreshing, that’s for sure

Like all the sourdough, pickles, iced tea and fresh market vegetables

But I imagine they’d all also be spoiled rotten

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Delayed gratification means putrefication and empassification

How many lovers grew old and withered in the alligator’s lair

Did they ever think of that unspecial person left on read again

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Later has a sickly sweet tang in it from all the liar’s syrup

Falling into it’s awaiting arms and a land where everything’s done

Means that there is nothing left to do

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Later