Day 17: Hurting
My head is splitting,
Eyes are straining;
Neck is stiffing,
Brains are filling.
Too much blogging,
and of course, reading;
Thought, can't be skipping,
This target of poegging.
Each day I'll write, A poem that's bright; Or dim, maybe, Next year we'll see.
My head is splitting,
Eyes are straining;
Neck is stiffing,
Brains are filling.
Too much blogging,
and of course, reading;
Thought, can't be skipping,
This target of poegging.
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