This day was long,
the time was slow;
the sky's in gloom,
not a plant in bloom.
It was so tiring,
my head is spinning,
the work is endless;
my hands are restless.
Let this day end,
I beg for a rest
I want to sleep
Let me forget
I wish tomorrow,
The same won't be;
A day without,
A thought of me.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
A Day without a Thought of Me
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