In defence of my Idleness
Warm in winter art thou like clothes woollen,
No fun if enforced-- fruit as if fallen,
If shirking work be crime,
Hard work, what waste of time!
Like kiss, sweet if idleness is stolen.
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Limerick | 07.10.2025 | work, idleness, kiss
Note: O to steal a few minutes of sleep when getting late; to waste time when a lot of work awaits; to twiddle when a deadline stares at you; to procrastinate and pinch a few minutes of pretty naught… ah sweet only when stolen like a kiss.
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