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Thursday, March 5, 2009

Overtime

I tip and I tap,
I type and I tope,
I sit as I speak
and I sip from a cup.
I polish and demolish
and admonish all this cottage
cheese, beans, please, seize
my work from my quirky
Dr. D,
for these words, oh they churn,
they are
eating
me
alive.
Dreamed by Rheanna Lea Cline at the time of 4:44 PM
Labels: poetry, work

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