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Too Much

It never rains it pours
One thing after another
Hardly time to catch her breath
Seems she’s caught in a whirlwind
Longing for a pause a break
Waiting for a clearing
Craving a getaway
To find an isolated stretch
Let out a primal scream
Release that pent-up energy
Frustrated to the core
It’s all too too much



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Posted on August 10, 2019

Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2019

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Gershon Wolf Date: 8/11/2019 4:21:00 AM It often feel this way. Well-captured, Line. :) gw Login to Reply Line Gauthier Date: 8/11/2019 5:36:00 AM What's the big rush, we've got to take more time to smell the pleasantries along the way. Thanks, Gershon.

Panagiota Romios Date: 8/11/2019 1:46:00 AM Hey, Line. This is so true, panagiota Login to Reply Line Gauthier Date: 8/11/2019 5:34:00 AM Thanks for your much appreciated visit and comment, Panagiota.

Heidi Sands Date: 8/10/2019 9:43:00 AM I can relate to this one. One thing after another, hardly time to catch her breath! Well done Line! :) Login to Reply Line Gauthier Date: 8/10/2019 9:56:00 AM Thanks for your much appreciated visit and comment, Heidi.