Friday, March 6, 2009

Morning

I woke up in the day.
Fell asleep at night
stung in the heart
like a bad memory.

Woke up in the
morning then woke up in the afternoon
fell asleep at night.
Then realized it was a bad memory!
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Anonymous said...

Your poem is interesting. The meaning is not readily available which makes it worthwhile.

Nick B.

March 13, 2009 at 8:36 AM
Anonymous said...

i hate morning.

March 13, 2009 at 10:05 AM

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