I don't have a job anymore.
I can't sleep, and I can't turn off my brain.
I hate what they did to me.
I've lost hope in human decency and trust.
A few tylenol pms should do the trick, lets hope.
Thursday Poem - Don't wait for something beautiful to find you.
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Go out into the weather-beaten world
where straw men lean on frozen fields
and find the cardinal's scarlet flash of wing,
a winter heart, a feathered hope....
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