poems by anna

Friday, November 19, 2010

bores

Bores, you hate the sight of them
they catch you just when you are in hurry
when they start to talk
you are expected to forget the rest of the world,and
they look you into to your eyes and
keep you there.
let you move on?
oh,no!that they won't allow
your precious time they do not care,
keep away from them ,better beware.

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