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Boredom
Contributed by
Wolfareen
on
Friday, 30th September 2005 @ 09:59:51 AM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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It’s 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 doesn’t death make a sound?
Why am I bored as bored can be?
Because I’ve DONE IT BEFORE, as I keep telling thee.
Please don’t make me do it again;
I’d rather stand in the pouring rain.
Kick up leaves and shriek out loud,
As they kick back, with their feet so proud.
I’ll fly, I’ll fly, I’ll fly away,
If you make me come back next Friday.
Copyright ©
Wolfareen
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2005-09-30 09:59:51] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Boredom
(User Rating: 1 ) by SunflowersAndTea on
Saturday, 1st October 2005 @ 02:36:47 PM AEST (User
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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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