Day 33: Splitting Headache
From the time I woke up at three,
Till now, and it's already ten thirty;
I feel my head splitting, cracking like a bamboo,
Perhaps because I drank less coffee yesterday than I used to.
Let me shut down.
Each day I'll write, A poem that's bright; Or dim, maybe, Next year we'll see.
From the time I woke up at three,
Till now, and it's already ten thirty;
I feel my head splitting, cracking like a bamboo,
Perhaps because I drank less coffee yesterday than I used to.
Let me shut down.
Posted by C5 at 1:35 PM
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