Equal parts confusion and frustration.
A measure of sadness
The sands of time drift
My sands drift, sometimes content, sometimes spent.
Yearning.
Grasping.
Hankering.
Is there more?
Why can’t my wanderlust be contained?
There’s a lot to be said for:
Fat, dumb and happy.
by Jennifer Phillips
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