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Lots of creative pursuits in 2019 and more in 2024 and beyond. |
In the doldrums where life is dull The world seems to stand still And ache with a kind of restlessness Like a itch that cannot be satisfied It rubs you raw but there is no relief You twist, you turn, you try to make a change Anything to break free of this holding pattern A kind of limbo that sucks out the light. Lines = 8 Words = 63 Notes ▶︎ ![]() ![]() ![]() |