Oh my precious God
Why is it so hard
To do the little tasks
Before me
In themselves a breeze
Why push they to my knees
I need a different way
To frame them
To day I’m faced with two
Same story much a due
Just do it now
Be done
Its funny how the mind
Can many things entwine
Make the easy things
A story
Its back to that idea
We really must adhere
Let who we are
Be clear
© 2/10/08, Glenn
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No kidding. I'm with you. Must be genetic.
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