A piece of paper to write my thoughts.
My mind races and then goes blank.
My eyes wander to the open window.
I can hear a garbage truck groan and clank.
A thought occurs to me.
That garbageman has a life.
Probably kids at home.
Most probably a wife.
Instead of being home
I should go out and play.
The sun is shining
It's a beautiful day.
But I cannot go out
I've got much work to do
For tomorrow morning
my homework is due.
A few seconds pass
now quit a few more.
My homework can wait
because i'm out the door.
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SS2-Sith Lord's Poetry, short stories, Art and whaterver else i feel like putting in here!
This journal was originally intended for poetry but due to my growing fascination with art and other mini shop goodies I have added other stuff as well!
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