Friday, July 13, 2007

A Dark, poorly written Poem, by Julie

Stranger in the night,
silently intruding my domain,
banished time and time again,
determined to remain.

every tiny part,
covering all I own,
refusing to give me peace,
Stop I cry.... please I moan.

Dust, mine enemy
my silent intruder,
refusing to leave.
Always at my side,
To be battled daily
Daily.....daily....daily.....daily
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7 comments:

  1. AnonymousJuly 13, 2007 at 3:15 PM

    I quit worrying about dust eons ago.    You should try it.
    Great poem!  lol
    ~Meg

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  2. AnonymousJuly 13, 2007 at 3:15 PM

    i belong to the dust bunny club of america LOL enjoy your weekend

    Deb

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  3. AnonymousJuly 13, 2007 at 3:29 PM

    This was clever Julie....well done!  Dusting?   what's that?   lol!
    Jeanie xxx

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  4. AnonymousJuly 13, 2007 at 3:32 PM

    I loved it!! I don't think it was "poorly written" as you said. Nope...it was GOOD! I sure didn't expect it to be about dust when I started reading! LOL!
    Pam

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  5. AnonymousJuly 13, 2007 at 5:20 PM

    Very well written!  A house is not a home without dis-order, chaos, revolving doors, dust and clutter.  Well, that's the way I view my home.  Housework will always be there day in and day out, LOL!
    Hugs,
    Gina
    http://journals.aol.com/motoxmom72/GinasWeigtLossJourney

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  6. AnonymousJuly 14, 2007 at 12:55 AM

    OMG, I gave up a long time ago!  De ;)

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  7. AnonymousJuly 14, 2007 at 4:43 AM

    Great job....I loved it...you do great work in writing poems.....great talent, from a lovely friend.
    Hugs and love,
    Joyce

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