Saturday, February 6, 2010

Good Things Come (Eventually)

My neighbours are noisy,
I'm attempting to learn jazz piano.
My eyes are sore,
I'm attempting to write a blog entry.

You're liked (by me) for reading this,
But in an anonymous-stranger-friendly way.
You're probably freaked out right now,
But in a gosh-that's-odd way.

The neighbours are getting really noisy,
Sounds of bottles clinking.
The idea of this is wearing out,
Sounds like time to end.

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