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Post by Dinster on Jul 16, 2004 14:20:09 GMT -5
Yep, that's what I am an expert on. Here is a poem about the titillating topic of boredom. Boredom Oozing down the walls A thick treacle of boredom Emerges from cracks in the ceiling. The alarm clock asleep this morning Its mouth shut I lie, motionless Body lazy and tired Mind wide awake Its eyes open Trying to haul myself A thousand riverlets of thought Shooting through my brain Yet its eyes now closed Veiled By a layer of utter boredom.
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