Watching paint dryA Poem by Fran MarieNo more hand shakes..hugs or kissing all of this I'm truly missing.. rubber gloves and horror masks worn like aliens completing our tasks I've cooked .cleaned.and painted the whole house even made friends with with the resident mouse organized my closet wall..and that ain't all laid new carpet down the hall Scrubbed the kitchen floor ten times over on all fours. Gee Whiz..Dang it.. I can't take no more yes . yes. on I'm on my knees Oh God I beg you pleazze Day ..6..7..8.. 9 ..10...I'm truly at my wits end please dear Lord make this all end so I can be my sloppy self again
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