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Apr 05, 2008
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killtime sonnet #15
You must excuse my petty view of stuff.
I know I shouldn't spend my wit like this,
On notes about my neighbor in the buff,
Or office politics, like what to kiss,
But I'm 'mature' and deep in routine life;
Adventure's rare at best (and doesn't last).
I've learnt a trick or two for dodging strife
And like the slow lane, don't mind being passed.
The small and not-too-awesome holds my eye:
I will attend the way a sparrow eats
And count the spangled joys that flutter by.
I let more skillful tongues tell grander feats.
The lines I write serve very modest aim:
They fill the time until I join some game.
— Skumpfsklub, Apr 05, 2008
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orgami
18 years 3 months ago
hugging the shadows
Skumpfsklub
17 years 1 month ago
Tossed back into the stream. It's been a year unrated.
themoonman
17 years 1 month ago
Perry...
Skumpfsklub
17 years 1 month ago
Thank you very much, Richard.
orgami
17 years 1 month ago
the duffle of the shuffle
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