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blank
Completely blank,
Cleared plate, a disk
without any tracks to play
Sometimes I feel
that way, yet I
don't know why,
I feel fine
I don't need preoccupation,
I don't need a task,
I'm perfectly content just sitting here,
bored, with pen and paper, daydreaming
Cleared plate, a disk
without any tracks to play
Sometimes I feel
that way, yet I
don't know why,
I feel fine
I don't need preoccupation,
I don't need a task,
I'm perfectly content just sitting here,
bored, with pen and paper, daydreaming
Published 30th Dec 2009
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Anonymous
31st Dec 2009 11:23pm
Nice little poem. Short but well defined, and even evocative in a soothing, delicate kind of way.
