Juggling time at work,
Writing verses on
the lurk,
I embrace my
poetry bug
Sustaining it may
become a tug.
Facilitating it,
are aspects,
Of life and its usual suspects,
Strands of words together,
Many revisions, they weather.
No matter what the throe,
Whatever plans
may throw,
Wherever I am sent,
To write on, is my intent.
States and countries don’t matter
Verses are never a smatter
Writings always my
reprieve,
Pictures in words, as I weave.
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