The Sun reflects on my phone,
I'm on my way back home.
Poetry is now a big part of my existence,
Can't say I miss working in toxic offices,
Very fortunate to be living with my parents.
But unfair to depend on them forever,
Can be tougher than leather,
Soft as a feather,
I wonder what my good deeds will finally measure?
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: February 24th, 2024 04:54
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Comments1
5 ft 9 ins - or about your height is the measure! lol.
What's that thingy: 'The answer is always 42'? So 42 cms. lol.
I'm shorter than that haha.
You a dwarf?! Oh, you mean shorter than 5ft 9ins, not 42cms?! lol.
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