THE WAIT

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
For the love of word play.

Submitted: June 05, 2016

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Submitted: June 04, 2016

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It seems like ages,

From last paying wages,

For my scribble,turning pages,

And writing wasting papers,

Passing a myriad gauges,

Writing from thought to thought,

Flipping and flapping over again,

Now its been locked inside,

Though now opening in stages,

Reason for my in-hidden frown,

Which fades away each day,

Not sharing pen with paper,

But still I know better,

My creative brain wetter,

And coz I'm a go getter,

I let nothing punch into me,

Not cold nor fold in bold,

I feel free conversing,

With me myself and I,

And still when my comrades comply,

Pen,brain and the servant paper,

And this' my day to day,

My living today,

This' my life,style is part.

 

CHUCK AND CHANT.


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