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Poem: Creak


long work day winding down
this old body slowing –
and aching all around.

home again home again
crawling in my front door;
taking Scotch for my pain.

well hello old sofa
cradle well my old bones;
now that this day is ‘ova

I ain’t moving from here
until the boss-man calls.

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2 responses

  1. God, you describe how I feel perfectly. Groan

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    1. Been a hard day’s day 🙂 Argh. Me old body is ready for green fields. Except for the bills that keep crying to be fed…I’d be out the door…

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