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I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Poem 254: Children at Play

Sometimes when I am tuckered out
overworked and drained,
its nice to come and settle down
and with a good book lay.
But when my mind is crushed and I
have no thoughts left to think,
I'd rather simply sit and stare
at a movie on TV.
Now even better then this rest 
(or vegetation state),
is watching groups of little children
run around and play.

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