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I'm usually not bored, but today I'm bored. There's really nothing to do now. I could write in my book, but I don't know what to write in it. I could make another poem, but I don't know what to write. Maybe I can write one of Boring Days.

Everything is boring
When there's nothing to do
Even when the sun is shining
You're stuck in sticky glue
You just sit and lie in a comfortable room
And do nothing, but breathe the oxygen around you
Your eyes stare at the ceiling with a small gloom
As you admit that there's nothing to do
So you get up and stretch your body
And wake up all the sleeping parts
To go do something happily
So you can fill everyone's hearts

I can make a poem just by using my head. I don't need to take days on it. I can just do it right here, right now.