Hey y'all.
This post is being generated from my current paradoxical state of fatigue/caffeine hype, with an intermingling of procrastination to spice things up.
In normal Sarah-speak: I have an assignment to start and finish today so intend to combat the late night I had with a bottle of V. I can't tell whether it's helping.
But on a completely different note: Here's a poem I wrote in English (teaching) today:
I wrote a note
(Nothing)
Just for you
My pen was a ribbon on the paper
My thoughts echoed around the blank page
(can)
Knocking into the lines, margins, eachother.
The message was clouded
Covered in dust, that couldn't be shaken.
(tear)
But maybe,
(me)
Maybe you could grit your teeth and live the cliche, read between the lines, see into my mind.
And understand the words I just can't bring myself to say.
(away.)
Maybe it's time to get onto that assignment.....
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I would have commented earlier but...
Nice poem...
Now you can upate - you have a comment!
Did you fake marking kid's work while you were writing?
oops - I didn't login properly. Ah well, now you can laugh at my login name. Which, FYI, is how I am referred to on the cession letterhead. Somebody thought they were funny.
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Wow thanks guys, now I feel loved.
I couldn't the whole associate word in! Honest. And I used a full stop and everything...
I better change it...
Nice poem sarah - i really like it...
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