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TICK TOCK

Christ! Christ !! ChristΒ  !!!
Im in a bad way today
The clock ticking at me
The tock didn't stay...told me
Get it together
be grateful....get real....
Then flounced out the door
dragging light at its heel...
I yelled a few insults, I'm not
too proud to say, I screamed
at the bastard, screeched...
You think I'll miss day???...
And you can take tick with you
!!!!!!

M P 23/3/21
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Gwendoline

Time can be a right pain, I loved the humour in this frustrated write 😊🌻

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Marion

Thanks love...I so appreciate you reading and commenting..hugs πŸ’•

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Jill Tait

Awwww that bloody ticking tock ticks time away every frighin second & minute of the day β€οΈπŸ€£πŸ’•πŸ€£

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Marion

Exactly !!! πŸ€—πŸ€—πŸ€—

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Jill Tait

β€οΈπŸ’™β€οΈ

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Being Me

Piss of Tock and take tick with you....love it!Β  It gets you like that sometimes. Sometimes you wish you could step off this planet for a bit and rejoin it when you feel stronger. It is okay to have bad days but just remember that when you do we are all here for you. Hugs πŸ’• x

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Marion

Do you know Tina, I try to step off the planet every day, never want to get up lately and it's the dogs!! Even though I've fed them and door is open Keller jumps on me and Molly noses me from the side of the bed( she is too fat to get up) ...if that doesn't work they send the cats in...all true!!! Thanks love X

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