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A very old man Huffed and puffed and wheezed his way to a computer in the library today Thank god there was aircon I’m so tired of looking at Instagram I can’t imagine having to huff and puff and wheeze up 6 flights when I’m walking with a cane I once took Xanax and made sand angels on the beach for hours There’s so much space on the beach I bet it was easier to be Paul Varjak in the 60s They still had stairs, But otherwise, all you looked at were the clouds and your typewriter.
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Oct 7, 2023
Oct 7, 2023 at 7:57 PM UTC
A poem, about being so tired today
A very old man Huffed and puffed and wheezed his way to a computer in the library today Thank god there was aircon I’m so tired of looking at Instagram I can’t imagine having to huff and puff and wheeze up 6 flights when I’m walking with a cane I once took Xanax and made sand angels on the beach for hours There’s so much space on the beach I bet it was easier to be Paul Varjak in the 60s They still had stairs, But otherwise, all you looked at were the clouds and your typewriter.
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Oct 7, 2023
Oct 7, 2023 at 7:57 PM UTC
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