Title: A wet day, indeed
by Sophie from Dorset | in writing, poetry
O so many people,
Seem to be ruining my day;
I'm working in a dream,
A time;
Where nothing is my crime.
O so many troubles,
Seem to be getting in my way;
I'm pushing through a stream,
A sea;
And all that's left is me.
I started writing this piece during a lesson, but I finished (and finilised) it at lunch time. If any of you are wondering about the title, as I was writing the poem, some people came and accidently squirted water on me.
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