A Habit Poem by RIC BASTASA

A Habit



waking up the morning
with some ideas popping

another boring day?
with nothing to play?

i look to the world inside me
and say

oh! there is so much to do
there is another tornado

Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: waking
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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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