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SUMMER MADNESS

The banging plates, the crashing pots
The food on the furniture
Mother is screaming, the toddlers are keening
The teen won’t leave the poor mirror

Figures on the walls
Nobody saw
Who did that? Me? you?
No clue

Your mind aint yours, your room isn’t too
Bid farewell to ages when the quiet ruled

Sleepy eyes, aching feet
Tempers strung
Wailing fits
Your eyes count the days and weeks.

Soon
Soon...
Your silly heart beats
Soon you'll be able to sleep.

The end.

Hi wonderful people, sorry I haven’t been around. I’m currently baby sitting seven kids (one is actually a teen child), and this includes teaching them maths and stuff.

It takes all of my time and at end of the day, I’m pretty bushed and I just zonk out.

The holidays doesn’t want to end, but I’ll try to post a variety of stuff.

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BIG NEWS!!!

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I’m going to start a blog, where I write stories or poems that have a sudden twist at the end
(don’t know what I’m gonna call it yet, so suggestions are highly welcome).

This doesn’t mean I won’t write other things, I don’t want to restrict myself.

I may not write dark tragic stories anymore, cos the two I posted didn’t go too well, you could check them out and if you have any suggestions, please let me know.

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I NEED HELP!

I’m having difficulties teaching my cousin how to spell. He says he doesn’t want to learn and it’s frustrating and he's stubborn, I need to make it fun for him. Please if you guys have any tips, feel free to comment.

Thank you very much. 😃