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I sit there
And relaxed but sulken look -
Writing this on a Cafe Nior napkin
Passing time, I had entered on a whim -
Flabbergasted
And out of gasby FelineMuse 32 lines, 1 comment, on Nov 24 4:56 PM 2008. In Life, Finding Your Way, Journeys, Metaphor -
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Please, do me a favour. As you read this have guess how old I was when I first wrote this, on a scrap of paper. This is a new style of writ
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What isn’t killing me is leaving me weak,
I am whiny, and think only of myself.
Where is the strength in that? -
Yesterdays travels have come and gone,
Even the roughest of days are at rest,
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