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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=452394" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Feeling Of Losing Control</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hate this restless feeling, first I messed up the bedroom<br>putting all my books which were cluttering the white sitting<br>room, on the bed, then messed up the study by shoving books<br>helter-skelter on to the racks, continued my mission of<br>confusion by creating chaos in the kitchen, seeing as<br>it was already sprinkled with crumbs</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I added my new thick file spilling papers and my favourite<br>pictures, including Sean Connery and laughing people having<br>fun, fantasy rooms, an article on slavery in the Cape com-<br>mitted by the English themselves, no less, they had a<br>thriving monopoly, according to Lady Anne Barnard<br>who wrote it all down in her Journal</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Compounding the feeling of losing control, the radio playing <br>Golden Oldies, Roger Whittaker singing Now you Don't Believe <br>In If Anymore, I smile - I still do and always will - if <br>nothing else, at least it keeps that dour expression of <br>deep suspicion from my face, I dream about If all the <br>time - trying to focus amongst all the noise</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I opened my French file just to find it impossible to pin myself <br>down, the feeling of accomplishment after last night's work, <br>five pages of notes from Labour Equity Law and School <br>Legislation in South Africa - is still too fresh in my head - <br>it seems having chocolate for breakfast must have been <br>bad because I feel jittery </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Running around like a chicken without a head - time to settle<br>and wait for the mental fog to disperse before doing something; <br>Tom Jones belting out It's Not Unusual To Be Loved By Anyone; <br>right, I shall nestle against my beloved in front of the TV<br>he's watching rugby, it will help me doze off, upon waking<br>I shall try again to do something useful</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Margaret+Alice+Second">Margaret Alice Second</a><div class=q>
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