Storm clouds brew
And the sky is dropping some rain
The garden won't plant itself
But damn it
If mother nature keeps doing what she's doing
The day is wasted
And if that happens
Holy shit
We'll talk about all the stuff we should be doing
And curse ourselves out
For doing nothing
It's like
We can't sit still
Because in doing so
We'll rust up
Cease up
Never move again
So we have to keep moving
Keep busy
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Poetry Book 4
Poetryhello again! another poetry book - number four, to be exact. if you've been here a while, you know the drill: there's no order to this thing, and after 100 poems or writing pieces, there's gonna be a new book. about the cover: it was a Thursday at S...
