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Why is it, that when we start getting towards the end of a MS, we begin to procrastinate? I spent most of this early-early morning redoing my blog page, when it was fine just the way it was. The rest of the time I wrote some ditties. I wouldn't call them exactly poetry, it was just frame of mind rhyming. Here, I'll show you.
Somalia
They dream of joys,
and wake to pain.
These little boys
who die in vain.
gone before their lives began
just tiny drops upon the sand
oh help me please, to understand
these tiny drops held in my hand.
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Tuesday, September 2, 2008
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2 comments:
I think the procrastination is because we like this world we've been hanging out in for awhile now, and we don't want to see it end.
There are ways around this, but yeah, it's a sort of lousy place.
That's true. I always get so caught up in my characters.
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