A handful of chores
Are waiting upon me.
A handful, a handful, a handful on me.
Many thoughts I have to recycle.
Many I must dispose of.
Many I must act on
In so little a time.
My muscles I must flex
For my to be doubled
To render my heart a rest.
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A DOSSIER OF WORDS
PoetryChoice words sewn together to create astonishing pieces, they describe feelings, situations, nature and experiences. Dear readers, and this is a WIP, please bear with me. I edit as I write. Book cover credit: Desygner thank you for a great book cov...
