A Write Struggle
I sit and I sip,maudlin, morose,
shabby not showy
in yesterdays clothes.
I ponder and pout,
bored, bothered,
sulky not sultry
feeling all smothered.
I'm cross and crabby,
wired, wayward,
stroppy not saintly,
with no way forward.
Poetry by shells
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Written on 2011-06-04 at 16:44
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