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Mind floating like a sieve,
stirring a mix for supper
time, I write a word or
two, to satisfy my yearning

Each hundred strokes
I think, should I write
another verse! would
it be the time to rest
my aching arm, before
I rest...

Now I lay my self to sleep,
forgot to write another
verse, before I closed my
eyes to sleep, I left my keys
by the garden gate..

Now I have no keys, no food,
no soap to wash my dirty cloths,
so here I sit again, writing something
silly, to satisfy my hunger pains..

By Derena

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