You don’t really care, because its not fair that they push and prod to give you the nod. Walk in the office with head held high and say to them sort it out or fly, for you have the power to control it all, for those that do squander, often fall. Time to rest and seek some solace, let the buggers go... Sign in to see full entry.
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Poetry is about expression of thought. Sometimes the best work is the kind of stuff that just leaps up from within our soul. I write a lot about the murky splurge...This defines a place where we are are given the freedom to bare our souls in word but understand it is between the lines where most truth resides, In a world which has an abundance of love for all to share there is a whirlwind stirring. these words come out of a storm, but reader of my blog, please see although we write about many things, we may just mean another...well that is what the villagers said..... have fun.
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