I write
hey, your boat has been there awhile
along with your leftovers in the fridge
the dishes on the sink
and the dirty laundry in the washing machine
that you forgot to turn on.
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"When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth." -Kurt Vonnegut
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4 comments:
Prodigious posts, Batman!
I like this one. Because I can relate to it.
Hahaha love it!
can definitely relate right now...
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