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Boredom
Contributed by
Wolfareen
on
Friday, 30th September 2005 @ 09:59:51 AM in AEST
Topic:
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Its 15:43,
Too late for you or me,
To run for the door or shout out loud,
To be ashamed or be too proud.
When did the clock become so fast?
Where went the shout of AT LAST!!
Where went the gently sighing breeze?
Where went the multi coloured leaves?
Where are my feet so cold?
When did I become so bold?
Why is life like a Hula Hoop?
Why does everyone like the Dogg named Snoop?
Why is cheese like blue sensations?
Where are all the inspirations?
Where are the teeth so golden and brown?
Why doesnt death make a sound?
Why am I bored as bored can be?
Because Ive DONE IT BEFORE, as I keep telling thee.
Please dont make me do it again;
Id rather stand in the pouring rain.
Kick up leaves and shriek out loud,
As they kick back, with their feet so proud.
Ill fly, Ill fly, Ill fly away,
If you make me come back next Friday.
Copyright ©
Wolfareen
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2005-09-30 09:59:51]
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Re: Boredom
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by SunflowersAndTea on
Saturday, 1st October 2005 @ 02:36:47 PM AEST
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| oh yeah, i've been there. great poem, btw. it's very.... well lets just say, fitting. woot. |
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