Despair sinks in when
the clock reads eleven
not six hours later.
sometimes, Samantha writes
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Despair sinks in when
the clock reads eleven
not six hours later.
sometimes, Samantha writes 
LOL!! Yeah it does.
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Lol!! I’m glad we can commiserate about the workday grind!
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Yes ma’am. It feels like it’s grinding to a halt!!
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LOL! So true!!
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I feel this way too
So many hours left to go
I love a haiku
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LOL! 😀 Love your haiku, Buffy! Damn desk jobs…
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Thank you! I love writing them. So much fun. I really liked yours as well. It sums up the life of an office worker.
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