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Need Time Management

I started a class for kids recently. It’s fulfilling, but takes up so much time. I’ve work ‘til five, and class ‘til eight, roughly. If I’m to sleep, nothing is left for rhyme. If I choose poetry instead of dreams, I’m unable to write verse the next day. It’s as difficult a fix as it seems. In the end, my mind’s forfeit to decay.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 11/15/2012 10:10:00 PM
feeling sorry for you,gotta get time sorted out,can't decay such a beautiful mind,lol,nice write Brittany
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