words from the soul

Wednesday, 25 September 2013

Plans

My best laid plans
Were put to rest
I wish I rested
Like those plans

Something cooking
Something burnt
Beaten by my
Pots and pans

Work before play
Musts before wishes
At the end of the day
Washing the dishes
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