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Waiting for things to Happen (Free verse) by nentwined I spin my wheels
as I tend the pots
and note the dates and
other
whatnots
the pots are a'simmerin'
soon to be
boilin'
I'll be 'leased from this toilin'
and on to the next
other
whatnots
and in the spare ticks
cycles unused
I cast my rod out
and look for my muse
for more stuff to do
to
fill in the ticks
to justify living
and other
whatnots
Up the ladder:
you will feel
Down the ladder:
Ever With Me
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Posted: March 16, 2002 1:19 AM PST; Last modified: March 16, 2002 1:19 AM PSTWeighted score: 6.787279 Overall Rank: 417 Comments:
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20-May-02/3:44 PM
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I really enjoyed this whimsical poem. thanks for posting it
What is this 'toilin' you speak of? Some sort of toilet-linen? Balmilise me with it at once!
interesting...
varium et mutabile semper femina.
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