I am washing my lair.

Thinkings and poems 1 Minute

I can’t go out,
I am boiling my mittens
I am washing my lair.
I am retiling the ceiling
I am freezing the cleaner.
I am filing a grudge
I need a new body of work.
I am rhyming worse.
My ghost is calling.
The phone is dead.
The computer is asking for my vital  head tricks
I am a liar
Believe me.

Published by Katherine

I like art, poetry,history, literature,cooking,doing nothing to music.And conversation

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