comfort foodA Poem by setteFinished with my module, with its 111 pages, my mind is in a frazzle, I am still in a daze, All day I am in classes, reports to read and write, reflection papers to
write, another module coming up. My brain is cracking, carpal tunnel syndrome is
acting up, I am running out of ideas, my muse is nowhere to be
found. reviewing poems became a
diversion, from module making and
reports. I am craving for iced
coffee again, Its gonna be my third cup
today, with cheesy french fries, who invented junk and
greasy food is a godsend to me.:) © 2018 setteAuthor's Note
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