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 Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 8:11 pm
To Whom it may Concern...
I've spent some time now;
employed with wrinkled brow.
Yet you can't comprehend how.
Perhaps you like to know but,
so much better it is to show
how enniui is sewn to daily flow.
Thus day by day my vexings grow.
More than you'd ever know.
It's with that parting gift,
I make the final rift.
Hitch hiking for a lift,
Towards the new I shift.
In the new search I lose all thrift.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 8:13 pm
This is a poem brewing in my heart now for so long. I made it for my job however it can apply to anything.
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