English OfficeA Poem by C PerilYou want some kind of meaning; your thoughts transparent As you look out the window and see children, playing rivers, running Trees, blowing in the breeze and litter, wild with the wind Everything is going somewhere... except from you, in the stale little office With the same old air, thick with dying dreams Coffee/tea, drink it up, sip it up Enduring for endurance sake, stiff English, upper lip Don't tremor, shake or break Don't indicate, your dis. satisfaction Stay safe, wrap up Woolen scarf, so tight your desires don't escape
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Added on March 20, 2018 Last Updated on March 20, 2018 AuthorC PerilGY, Humberside, United KingdomAboutCreeping quietly towards 30 years of age. Based in Nowheresville, England. Writer (if we're being liberal with the term). Reader. Hoper. Believer. Lover of music and LFC. more..Writing
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