#913411 added June 15, 2017 at 10:44pm Restrictions: None
I Just Can't
I know I set a goal to blog everyday in June, but I just can't tonight. And the irony is I actually have things to say tonight. But my body, mind, soul, feet, neurons are so exhausted they would be numb if they didn't hurt so dang much.
I think I will write a few lines to remind me tomorrow what I had to say.
A turtle pen
Was built by men
A gator out shined a jeep
I am too sore to sleep
The tow truck man
Seemed to be missing a plan (and lasagna)
The top of my foot hates me
A huge kid stepped on it you see
This is the worst poem, I know
it's 98 degrees and I'm dreaming of snow
I fell asleep typing that last line,
My phone fell on my face...yeah, I'm fine.
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