Fri, 10/27/2017 - 16:44 -- Dori

It's nice outside

I might not hide

Away I go

I'll buy a box of mysteries

Maybe filled with histories

I wouldn't know

Happened to skip a meal today

Saw the bills I forgot to pay

Away I go

My neighbor is screaming again

My notes say amen

I've hurt my toe

Magic is a specialty

Some friends don't talk to me

Away I go

My skill sets are enhancing

Technology is advancing

I'm filled with woe

My box is empty

But I have plenty

Away I go

In the end

I've come to attend

And so

We're all just clever animals

This poem is about: 
Our world


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