Alexander Gold
Her I am just sitting here, Boring on to death.
On and on the clock just turns. No chance of taking rest.
What I would give to go outside  And take a mighty breath,
Breathing in the nice clean air, let it fill my breast.
But alas its not meant to be for I'm a mighty Jest.
And so I keep on sitting here. A writer at my desk.

cool I love to write but all the sites are for adults

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