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Thursday, February 28, 2008

Finally

Sunny day,
A lazy day at that.
Cancel all plans, call off of work.
Today is the day,
I own,
My own two acres of paradise.
Not to build,
Not to play,
Not to work,
But to lie.
Yes lay.
In the sun, on my back
Stare up into the sky
As the sweet wind welcomes me
To my bed of green grass.
I lay till night falls,
Than stare at the stars
Blanketed by the cool night air.

1 comment:

hottest out said...

Finally... would of been a better poem.

Clearly your not finished here.


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