What should I do ~
January 4, the cel clock shows 10 past ten,
The sun at high ~ shines ~ upon earth, men:
Still my room’s dark, as cold as a wild den ~
I come out so carrying a sheet and a pen..
Now once out, I make seat on a rusty chair:
No delay, I set the music cords at ears’ pair~
Soothing songs now, no books kept in layer ~
With my girlfriend, I bear an urge to pair..
As this hour pass, the play of sweet voices ~
All hints me to express a few poetic verses,
Lack-a-dae, I fight with subject alternates-
I go for Nature, she SMSes romantic choices..
No matter whatever I had thought to do,
I wrap up now, a poem in hand, Wooh!
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