Poetry For Everyday People
Words Coming Together
The words can
no longer be wasted
I hate the computer
for stealing one
every now and then,
the world constantly
interrupting me and
I no longer forgive,
this work is saving
my life
and as air
it requires
no parades
no prizes
no recognition
to celebrate
it's worth.
no longer be wasted
I hate the computer
for stealing one
every now and then,
the world constantly
interrupting me and
I no longer forgive,
this work is saving
my life
and as air
it requires
no parades
no prizes
no recognition
to celebrate
it's worth.
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Words Coming Together
Words Coming Together