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By Mr_E_Writer
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07 May 2008 |
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Gazing past glass upon a face
whose urgent hands, like semaphore,
signal passing of my days
as one oh three greets 1:04
Behind my desk dust settles, nestles
comforming to Sir Isaac's law,
whilst sun shines bright through tinted glass.
Why must I sit here on my...
chair?
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Written by Phil (6435 comments posted) 7th May 2008 | Ergh. Jeez Mr E, work's depressing enough without reading about it! Still, got your point across fine. 
Phil |
Written by mia_ms_kim (915 comments posted) 7th May 2008 | Depressing, but well communicated! Maybe you were writing this interesting poem from that chair and on that desk, so maybe it was all worth it.
Mia  |
Written by Josie (2533 comments posted) 8th May 2008 | | It must be very depressing watching life pass by without feeling that you have done anything really useful during the day. I often think: If you were dead and God said: "I'll give you one more day back on earth" - how would you spend it? Because you have the chance right now to do the same don't you? | Oh -
Written by Josie (2533 comments posted) 8th May 2008 | | To put things another way: Why worry about death? Some people are already dead on this earth. |
Written by Mr_E_Writer (143 comments posted) 12th May 2008 | Phil: Thank you
Mia: Yes i was, and since then even more dust has settled
Josie: Doing something about it now would involve walking out on my job and i need to feed the family.
Thank you all.
Eric Wright
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