I make a point each week, sincere, to my six sentences do.
Mystery to me, how time gets by these seemingly watchful eyes.
Perhaps it’s multitude of prompts come flying, ravenous beaks, ever on wing.
Slept day away, sleep’s dire need…so, scrambled to post vital A to Z and NaPoWriMo…
Then laundry called…necessary task, to wash one’s underthings.
Now it’s nearly midnight again, hands of time quite pointedly point…I may be late for link-up, shucks!
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