The Waking of the Beasts

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    The Waking of the Beasts
    a sneeze, a snore
    a whimper, a kick

    dawn fills the room with muted light
    she readies her heart to begin the fight

    the children awake, and now its too late
    for private reflections and poems to rate

    its cheerios time and let's find the socks
    she plasters on smiles, but the hugs mean alot

    moronic monotonies blare from the TV
    the life of an artist with 2 children
    plus three

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    Timeless commented on The Waking of the Beasts

    02-08-2009

    I feel this one for sure, lol!
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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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