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Poem 1: A Beginning

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 ...

Monday, August 15, 2011

Poem 304: Throwing Wood

At first it's fun
throwing wood for future winter warmth
first it's a game
of bend and toss quicker than the brother does
First it's exciting 
trying to win by throwing more in fast
and then the back begins to hurt 
and spasms start and knees get weak
then feet get sore 
and noses clog-up filled with wooden dust
at first it's fun and games 
and then 
suddenly it's not

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