DEAR DIARY
Today I feel like the dying embersOf a fire, Burned out.
Not sad,
Just resigned.
It's raining outside,
It's raining inside too.
To cheer myself up,
I tried wrinkle cream.
It's working,
I have more wrinkles.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-03-11 at 02:48
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