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Thursday, April 3, 2014

Note to self

 

 
I am my biggest foe,
I reap whatever I sow,
Dejected I feel at slight,
And, on it I focus my might.
 
Frustrations show me raw,
Discontents  begin to gnaw,
Discouragement, a self blow,
I am then forced to lie low.
 
With all these within me,
Who needs an enemy,
For me, I should root,
My own horn, to toot.
 
 
PROMPT COURTESY: Poetic Asides

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