What to do?

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    What to do?

    In the solice of my quiet room,
    I sit and wonder what to do?
    Do I get up and clean the house?
    Or lay here quiet as a mouse?
    Then I think to myself,
    put that stuff on the shelf.
    I guess I have my answer!
    I pick up the sweater.
    Before I know it,
    The house is clean.

    Hehehe!

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    romance1978’s Poems (10)

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