My WingsA Poem by Matt GMore inspirational stuff...I'm sensing a pattern here =_=
Sitting on a bench,
Out in the park, Watching all the children have fun, That's not where I am. I'm at work, Half dead, Sweating under the sun. Wondering if this day will ever be done. Wondering why I try so hard, Just to make a few bucks, When this job in so many ways, Just sucks. When every day its the same old thing, But I don't worry a bit 'Cuz I have this pen, And with it I still have my wings.
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Added on August 6, 2010 Last Updated on August 6, 2010 AuthorMatt GINAboutI write incredibly infrequently. Often get distracted by responsibilities at work and abandon writings. I apologize if I abandon something you are enjoying. more..Writing
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