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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540580" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>BOREDOM in retrospective shades</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It mostly rained mid afternoon</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Pressed against the window</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Dark dreary</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Feeling nothing</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Listless sad damp saturdays</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Curtained off from the day</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And sunless</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Full of football league results</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And muttered conversations over steaming tea</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Football saturdays full of rain and nothing</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> With winter pressing in like night</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Midday and waiting</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> For the boredom to sink in! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The hot cat slinks in</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Lazy in summer pose</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Limbs stretched over half read papers</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Leaving pawprints across the broad sheet in repose</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Forgotten bodies lie abandoned on the lawn</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Waiting for post mortem</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> All thoughts of tomorrow suspended</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The ice cream thawing slowly the thermostat is blown</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Who wants to know about the weather? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">  There in the graveyard for the idle</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Birds have nested made their home</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>  Boredom</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Belongs to the masses</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  The dissatisfied 'writer'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Of romances</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  And pulp ficition</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  The lottery winner who has it all? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">  [and ponders nothing]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>  To the factory and office worker</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  The bodies moving between </div><div style="margin:10px 0">  Shifts of day and night</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  To the old and lonely</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  But never to the child? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">  The cat is curious</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  The dog indifferent</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  The mouse is sly</div><div style="margin:10px 0">   And boredom comes to us all</div><div style="margin:10px 0">   Don't ask me why? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">   So many catch the train</div><div style="margin:10px 0">   So many rush on buses</div><div style="margin:10px 0">   Complain in queues</div><div style="margin:10px 0">   Push for seats</div><div style="margin:10px 0">   disconnect the senses</div><div style="margin:10px 0">   To the ipod and the phone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">   Leave their thoughts </div><div style="margin:10px 0">   of love and life behind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">   But take their boredom home! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">     yvette m smith poet of uk</div><div style="margin:10px 0">      july 09</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Yvette+Smith">Yvette Smith</a><div class=q>
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 Listless sad damp saturdays

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 And sunless

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