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Uninvited Concert

Beneath my window

some workmen are blaring

bad 80s rock and, worse,

singing along.

How come

I never seem to have a gun

when I could use one.

This will go on

for mindless hours.

The day's silence but a memory;

It's time for me to flee.

~mce

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Published: Apr 21, 2015
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Notes: Sorry, I hate noise in the morning.
Tags: #noise #distraction

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