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Life of a Cubicle Dweller (Free verse) by loneshadow29

Lifeless gray Filling the space I live Looking over cubicle walls To a view of day???s wakening Watching as the sun shines bright Over trees and skies of blue Wishing I could be among the geese As they soar through the air But alas, I am bound To this lowly cage Until the evening comes When the sun lays to rest But soon, I will be able to bask In the warmth of the sun But for now, I must stay For dawn to dusk is a way of life In this compact little space I must call my home

Frass 1-Oct-02/7:52 PM
Where are those TPC report covers, Lnshdw? Your poem, although you can cinch it even tighter, already puts a noose of quiet desperation 'round me neckbone.




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