Two writ down, it's 10 a.m.
and I'm not writing with my pen,
I am typing these words down,
with a tippy tapping sound.
This one here's now just for me,
written here for you to see,
I write because there's naught to say,
on this and any other day.
Life's a gimble, gamble, wabe,
I might rant, and sometimes rave,
but what's at stake is me and so,
I sit quiet, waiting fo'...
the next new movement to begin,
an'thin' else I hear'd be sin..
TM (c) 2009, Nov. 17
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