Annotations

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we’d been feeling sleep deprived
And I thought oh Lord how did I get here?
and there’s the little matter of my pride
The books the names that disappeared
keep a journal of your dreams
for your first sonnet pick a theme
And I thought oh lord how deathly boring
And oh I took a bus away someplace
Cows they grazed and country blurred
But where I got I could not say
And when I spoke nobody heard
Two ladies smiled said follow us
And I disinclined went nonetheless
And sat and somewhat longed for death
Keep a folder full of gems
To fill the blanks forever hence
For your first sonnet pick a theme
but don’t forget the rhyming scheme
And it all added up to nothing
I said this poem that rhymes in three's
Will not do my voice was shrill
and everyone with me agreed
But I doubted then myself
Beware the group that knows accord
And fear the sickly fellow bored
I talked rubbish and trouble stirred
I read the shadow of the wind
And now it lies in a Dublin bin
Along with annotations of
A story of me and my love
But oh that’s it I’ve said enough