Nine Days Off

High fives.
Jive talkin'.
I get off at five.

Five is dark these days,
thriving is scarcer and
scarcer.

Deprivation has lots of syllables.
So many that it distracts from contemptible
WAIT!  That sounds judgmental.

I don't want to sound that way.

So I will make my way.
Hope somebody's god grants me
patience!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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January 13, 2012 at 3:57 PM
Hi Nancy...hope this means u are OK....are u at home playin SCRABBLE? One can only guess here. lol..Gwendolen
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January 1, 2012 at 10:27 AM
Hello Nancy i thought i'd look you up now i have returned...(from my years break) ha ha" ) i see from the last line you were 'praps talking about someone who may be a help in your dire straights,, i shall enquire on your behalf,, however don't blame me if your living room becomes 3ft deep in playing cards..?
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