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Each day as I pen another

I wonder what it’s all about

Do these verses I write even matter

Or should I continue to toss them out

Into the world I’ve enveloped

In the place I have chosen for them

Nearest, to my heart and soul

Where they cause the most mayhem

These thoughts are certainly not menial

There is drudgery, elsewhere, to be found

So I shall continue to wear these chains

To my poetry, I am endlessly bound


Writing Prompt – Dripping with Drudgery – Day 4/31

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