Running Errands Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Running Errands

Rating: 3.0


Totally exhausted, here I sit, wishing I were back in bed.
Going all over town, running errands has got me down.
No where to turn around and be at rest, only sit for seconds
and then get on with the rest of life.

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