I grab a spoonful of Friendship Problems
Another helping of Family Troubles
Refill my glass of Reliving Trauma
Have a serving of Homework of course
Along with that a pinch of Bad Grades
And I have the perfect meal
but there's too much on my plate
I grab a spoonful of Friendship Problems
Another helping of Family Troubles
Refill my glass of Reliving Trauma
Have a serving of Homework of course
Along with that a pinch of Bad Grades
And I have the perfect meal
but there's too much on my plate
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I've been here...and felt it. Today, as a matter of fact. The good news is that we poets turn such situations into poetry.Wonderful write! 🙂
Sitting at the same table I see, maybe the cook will bring out something good next
Indeed. here's hoping!
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