Amidst the mist


Wolf the poet2023/01/03 16:53
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The morning's so chilly

Can't even get a call to Billy

For my hands are frozen

My eyes blurred seeing everything in a dozen

 

I hear raindrops on my roof

But sleep still grips my soul

Evident in my sluggish eyes

Which definately tell no lies

 

My body lays horizontally

Tired both physically and mentally

Can't even manage to go to the rally

Nor do a simple mathematical tally

 

I await the sunshine

To shine its ray so fine

So that one day i dine

With the most expensive wine

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