She just wants to Sing

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i just want to sing.
want to shake out my labour-ing
thoughts contrary to what
i'd like to see,
like to be.

i find it hard
to find the little line.
grab it from behind.
make it mine,
make it rhyme.

this life is too hot to trot.
So i will be cold,
remote,
until i have made the mold,
my own,
little pot.
to drop.
stop.

now go.
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- poem by me for the day © 18.05.10


-kate attacks.