In a pickle
In a bind
Not a lot of time
What to do
Whare to look
Running out of time
If one this is true
In all the world
It’s without a doubt
True
There’s never enough time
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I haven’t done a poem in a while, and the mood took me there today. It’s not very good and probably follows no form, yet I hope you like it. Stay well all.
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Published by Engine Mortale
Engine Mortale is my chosen pseudonym, I’ve chosen a pseudonym because I think it most appropriate as some of work will be rather personal. I figured this was the best way.
I’m an autodidact, my to prominent fields of study’s are behaviour and philosophy, most recently art and poetry have been of keen interest.
I hope genuinely that some good comes out of my out of this thing i call a life, if nothing else just that.
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