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Bumper to Bumper, Testing my patience. The collective churn of society, Attempt to flee (flea also works) at once. . Some fidget, others fester. The worst of humanity Is bubbling collectively to the surface. Seeking one’s own sanctuary. Patience is but a virtue – here we fester. . Once home, the Battle renews. Internet servers
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It all comes down to this, To define an off-season full of bliss. It’s not always pretty, but we have to score fifty. We better not bloody miss!
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The fall of the seasons, Are absent from reason, At one we freeze, To burning degrees, Perplexed avoiding feeling beaten.
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Crystal clear and serene, Flat, transparent and perfectly blue Impossible to tell where the reflection ends and the water begins, The entry to Heaven. . The Essence of life, The Habitat to many, The Centre of society, Water brings us all together – for better of worse. . Falling leaves breaks the surface, Ripples sent
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The final countdown. Characterless Office cubicles, Grey carpet lit by illuminated fluorescents All eyes on the clock. . Motivation is lacking, Attention lost. Care thrown out the door. Our entire mindset captured by the gentle tick. Savages reduced to cogs. . Five is met. The silence is broken. We rise together in unison. Smiles etched
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What’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever received? “The only person you need to answer to is yourself.” I love this idea. We spend so long living in self doubt on how others would judge us that we never even try. Try that new idea. Try that new look. Try to follow our dreams…
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Mouth open wide, Skin tied taught, Salt caked lips, Parched beyong belief. . The body craves water, The essence of life, Driving all decisions, Disabling independent thought. . Finite resource, Ever expanding Population Heating up our planet God forbid we ever run out . Once we taste the nector, We can take a breath again,
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Life begins with a bang, From a blood soaked birth, To wrapped in loving arms. Tears, fears and mothers wears, Soft, pump and innocent. Useless and precious in spades. . Our early years are full of firsts, Innocence and ignorance in abundance, Heavy guidance required as we take to many of life’s firsts. . Growing
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I sit behind my desk in the far corner of the 33rd floor caked in the afternoon sun. My window side seat has me baking in the summer heat. I should be working, but it’s late on a Friday afternoon, not sure what my bosses expect. It’s not like they are working hard anyway, planning
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