Sigh! Exhausted make an appointment
I need a doctor.
In this case I need a drink call me a bartender.
for each day when looking up I ponder,
The heart's of men will never be the same,
is it the days of the week why mankind always seems to change,
as humans can be heartless,
Life is a cycle yet the routines are still the same.
it is the case the bad are called sinners & the good ones called the saints.
Walk the straight line never one that's senseless.
Look out for the haters as many will envy.
a time for everything that explains an enemy.
Here waiting patiently for an explanation,
no busy signal
No unimportant calls,
therefore leave a message at the beep.. Capisce..
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Sean Noble
Poetry from the spiritual mind expressing Ways of creativity. Read passionately mini sadness, pure happiness. I have no Stripe account but will accept gratuity via PayPal. [email protected]. Thank you. Most High First Every Day.
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