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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 ...

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Poem 344: Is it already today?

What happened to my yesterdays?
they seem to have but blown away.
Last time I checked the clock said 
today was still Monday
but somehow in the midst of mess
sickness, stress and randomness
I have lost my week and now I find
I've lost all track of time!

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