He worked aimlessly,
Just trying to get done.
Not paying attention to any of what surrounds him,
Just moving without point.
I guess that's what got him,
In the end it must be true.
If he had payed a little more attention to what he was doing,
The coffee may not have spilt.
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A House of Turquoise and Clouds
RandomPoems, poems here and there. Short Stories everywhere. Look and look all you want. You will definitely find something you can flaunt.
