Tag: grannyslittleprojects
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Poem: About Changing Routine
Change Days Sit and ponder this night, Seems like something’s not right. Day disappears, too short. Must, many plans, abort. – After tackling deeds must, Barely breaking through crust, Feel exhausted, lost drive. At last to couch arrive. – Must make changes, add wants, To liven up rote jaunts. Same old routines, must thwart. Dream…
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Poem about: Mind Racing, Body. . .
Dancing Thoughts Mind, mine, dances with thrill, As body. . . it sits still. Butt riveted to chair. Eyes, at screen, blankly stare. – My thoughts often at run, Thinking of all thing fun. Leaving body behind, To exertions in mind. – From this chair cannot rise. Brain stops it, if it tries. If only…
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Poem about Being Used
On You Rely Do you have time? I say, ‘Yes, fine’. Put off my task Because you ask Buried in trash My ‘Yes’ too rash You are now free To do as see I’m here alone your errand drone – Need to stop trend Go out with friend Need second look Maybe read book Take…
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Poem about My Soft Addiction
Soft Addiction Solitaire is my escape When life tastes of sour grape. Also play when bored, restless, Overcome with loneliness. – To smooth edge, could use liquor, Or drugs, that may work quicker. Addiction, mine, is not same. Could get help if drugs were bane. – Though not dire, still a problem. Soft monkeys, need…
June Nash 