Scriblings Poem by Aldo Kraas

Scriblings



My scribblings
On a piece of paper
Don't make sense at all
And at this point I don't care
Because I am writing
Like a mad man
Just to past the time
Because today is Saturday
And I have nothing else to do
So this keeps me occupied
For a while

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Aldo Kraas

Aldo Kraas

Sao Paulo Brazil
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