Day 6 of National Poetry Month

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The Day


The day I worked for hours and hours,
and then many hours more.
For what I thought was great,
sadly I found needed more.
More work, more words, more..


A simple matter, speech that is,
we do every day, we speak to others,
we enunciate, articulate, and
we do so without hesitation.


Once there was a paper,
it matter so much.
finished, completed, done.
Then it mattered not one bit.




Your storyteller/poet
Debbie xo :D







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