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Sorry to bore you
with the mundane life I live
and I suppose I know you do too
you just refuse to let me know
how you really feel.
No need to spare me
I will certainly understand
if you have not already realized
I am Queen of Boredom.
Sitting high on my throne
you run from my presence
in hopes I do not spread my disease.

(Sorry to publish another silly thought. Truly believe me. It happened.)

 

Poetry

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