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Monday Morning sigh

Age wears at my brain, un-synchronised,  imbalanced and faltered 

My withering melon head, rots forgetfulness, as memories dwindle

Rising gasses seep from the pit of my stomach and through these calcium deficient gaped teeth

Foul stenched morning breath  breaths, turning into a sigh, because its morning, another morning

Showered, dressed, fed, and refreshed,  a slice of orange  to give me zest.

The dark nights are drawing in 

 

 

 

◄ The domestic critique'

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Jon

Mon 29th Jun 2020 19:29

Loved this.

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Philip Stevens

Fri 25th Oct 2019 22:53

Vautaw & Desmond thank you for the like

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Philip Stevens

Fri 25th Oct 2019 05:14

There all just words Don
Better out than in
The cathartic WOL
Is my lottery win

Thank you for your words though
About my withering, rotting brain
Without your repetitive comments
My WOL experience wouldn't be the same

So to you and Thale
I take it that's your muse
I bid farewell an thank you for
Your feedback, on my monday morning blues

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Don Matthews

Thu 24th Oct 2019 23:54

Gosh, you're in a bad way Phil.

Thale is worried. She suggests perhaps you didn't listen to the stars and follow their guiding hand to the winning lottery ticket?

We're not cheering him up here are we Thale?

We're sorry to hear about you Phil
The gasses which seep from your pit
Your wearing-out brain and your withering head
You'll have to just get on with it

That should cheer him up......

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