by GMS75Florida, USA
Apr 2013 361 Views 0 comments
A Day at the Office
Like sap burns from the Ivy,
this day lingers long...the jesters pointing their fingers...
and the coward singing his song....
But I need to rest and leave all of this behind,
as my nerves are a mess,
and peace just leaves more to grind.
Greg S.
this day lingers long...the jesters pointing their fingers...
and the coward singing his song....
But I need to rest and leave all of this behind,
as my nerves are a mess,
and peace just leaves more to grind.
Greg S.
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Posted: Apr 2013
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