Usefull
My last piece of paper tonight.
Wasted with blurred vision and contempt.
Longing to blaze it with spectaculance, faling.
Making me more aware of my ignorance.
I should wipe my bum with this paper and word's.
For then at least , it would be usefull.
Copyright © Terry Frost | Year Posted 2007
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