I toil at the keys
Checking site and spam
Eyes straining
As words fly to life
Flowing from fingers
To the blurring screen
I take a break
Switching to ink and lead
Scrawling on dead trees
Until my mind is shot
Forcing me to sleep
Dreamless void of fatigue
Caressing me
Before the alarm shrieks
Jolting me to action
Where I repeat my motions
Getting ever closer
To my ultimate goal
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.
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And you have the balls to say this isn’t work?
Legends of Windemere 
Love love love love love. What’s NOT to love about this piece? Nothing! 🙂
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Thanks. 🙂 It’s always great to get positive comments on poems like this.
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I got balls!?
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I’m sure you have a sports ball or something ball-like around. 😛 I’m assuming, but I could be wrong.
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*looks around*
Nothing lol we are a card playing home 🙂
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The toddler has a collection of beach balls, so we’re tripping over balls here. 🙂
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Did you find a warthog?
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No. I won’t be able to go back on the hunt until Friday or Saturday. Today is just moving slow and I might have the little guy at home tomorrow. He might have a tummy bug that keeps him out of school.
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Aww healing hugs to your little guy
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Apparently, Pumbaa has been discontinued for the foreseeable future. Thankfully, the little guy has no idea I’m hunting for this.
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Pumbaa discontinued! omg thats disgraceful!!!
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Disney does it all the time. It keeps demand high. Good business model, but a pain when you have a demanding child. Just ordered a cheap one off Amazon.com.
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Grrrrr bloody disney marketing
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