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Run another thought through my mind
Draining weight bogs my sense of time
Moments of stillness last hours long
When listening to a three minute song
Then in the flash the weekend is through
Continual thinking of no one but you
Back to back the days simply pass
Stupor of being forever will last
Do I even care now to go forth
No I don't, I'm done, get a fork.

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.