Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Tuesday Blues

A sharp frustration does the trick but rather ever is it dull, each minute forms another thud.

(I peruse the list of dead this day throughout the years)

The energy the almosts the books so nearly read at once but I forget the facts so fast.

(no one noted on this day one hundred years ago, no worthy death)

Be vigilant! Look at me! Outside the window smiling, here I am! The day is done.

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