Out of faze
I seem to be out of faze,My mind wanders hours days.
It's almost as though,
I'm in another place.
Especially while I'm cooking for others.
No complaints yet no one suffers,
Just sometimes I feel a little irate,
Searching through cupboards.
To find the dinner plates.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-02-03 at 10:27
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