Tomorrow

Damn my feet the things attached to my aching legs World. Don't you just get so tired? But then God made heating pads and God made laughing allowing our lips to stretch just enough enough, I guess, to get up the next day I keep looking at tomorrow the date made so solid on a piece of paper Monday, Sunday, laundry day it grounds me, directs me tells me to get up the next day I'm not satisfied with this ending I think I think too much So tomorrow, I won't think I'll just get up

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Christopher Higgins

Date: 12/12/2008 4:20:00 AM

This is a solid write..I can relate to this very much..always thinking, my mind is a never ending rollercoaster...Love this alot my new poetic friend. I hope we can keep on reading each other. Much love, Chris.

Laura Mckenzie

Date: 12/10/2008 2:32:00 PM

I like your insight to life interesting reflection you pointed on. Great write! Laura :0)

Kristin Reynolds

Date: 12/10/2008 2:44:00 AM

You hve such a unique voice, Kimmy, I love the way you put words together, it is not only poetic and rhythmic, but dripping with real and true. loved this very much. Love, Kristin p.s- this is going into my favorites. :)