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Like a person who finger pecks to type
The words are slow coming, and mistakes
Are more than just a little time consuming.
Louder than a post-it note in canary yellow
Uniform print, precisely defined; a notice
In permanent midnight curves and columns.
Crumpled and on the floor, it doesn’t matter
It’s a thought, a decision, a plan of action
Right or wrong- it's mine, it's mine, it's mine.
| I like this, it reminds me of all those hour I try to come up with some great piece of work but just end of filling up my recycle bin with my failed experiments, it's very frustrating. |
|| Posted on 2010-04-30 00:00:00 | by istalkmurdoch | [ Reply to This ] || Sounds like a notice to me..lol. Like your different descriptions.||| Posted on 2010-04-30 00:00:00 | by Cayman | [ Reply to This ] |