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I can’t seem to finish this puzzle
The blue of the sky has me bored
I guess I give up too quickly
Cause back in the box, it gets stored
There must be a way to get through this
Wait! Some of the pieces don’t fit?
How could I totally screw this up?
Blue is blue, isn’t it?
I sigh in frustration, or boredom
Not quite sure what it is that I feel
I need a new hobby to entertain me
Something with color, that’s real
Leaving my ennui behind me
I journey out to the place I adore
Forgetting about silly old puzzles
When my Earth gives me so much more
Writing Prompt – The Art of Boredom – Day 29/30
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Good one, Dorinda! Sometimes we are blind to the many discoveries right around us… heaven can wait…
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Ah, but the heavens are part of the beauty of the Earth!
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Is about the art to combine both not only one or the other!
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