Round and round it goes – where it stops, no one knows.

 

Contemplative ire
rolling around inside me.

Seasons shift unknown.

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Migraine one oh one

Weary eyes reflect
fluid pain sloshing inside.

Still must motor on.

 

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Attack of Post it note whining.

Decidedly drab
languishing Monday draws down.
Even the sun hides.

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