Open Poetry #27 |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
Let's skip to the good parts, of where life may be enjoyed. There's so many dishes in this sink, so many pets to feed. I can't even feed myself! Such frustration, I must clean. This room is dirty, and it's driving me crazy. This house is a sty, you know? A pain to my eyes. No can of air freshener will do it, we'll just have to set it afire, say "Screw it.. It's summer, no one cleans in the summer." Turn on the A/C (it's like an icee from the heaven's above) Wipe the couch of crumbled paper and move the ashtray. I'll clean tomorrow, watch TV today. |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Oh I know how this feels. Who wouldn't? LOL Great poem. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Laqe Member
since 2003-06-15
Posts 72Michigan, US |
I never clean, I know how that feels. Haha. This poem was very cute. I like it. .Echo. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
very cute write |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
Very Cute Write Indeed ARCTIC WIND |
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