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| Monday Prayers, Sunday Worries by © vision_wolfe I sit here Waiting Poised on the edge of wonder and tantrum Pondering The idea of leaving here And creating something new Something completely without prior consideration Like a ranch hand or an article writer Gods, how I want to get away from here To walk quiet among the stars And the bars of light falling Over my tired face and bombed-out mind I want to heal the breaks and tears Rent in my being from hollering fools Who neither understand nor appreciate The value of daily loveliness The priceless joy of silence. Can I be blamed For not wanting To suffer fools gladly? Give me a few easy rounds With the monotony of data entry And never again Will I complain of too much quiet. Vision Wolf, tired tired tired |
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