STRANGE THOUGHT'S
It's no fun being,A extroverted introvert.
But as the scarecrow said,
"That's me all over ".
To many slips in life,
I can't find my footings.
You can't run from your problems,
Most walk away from theirs.
I can't do either,
Or should that read neither.
I'm to tired of being tired,
Suppose that's my wake up call.
Even my shenanigans,
Have shenanigans.
I'd rack my brains,
If I could stretch my thoughts.
If the distance to the centre,
Is equal to the circumference.
What I want to know is,
What size pizza did I order.
Words by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-07-29 at 00:28
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