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boring day...
I sit here,
staring out at the scene before me.
I wonder why they're arguing about deer,
when there are none around to see.
I feel myself falling asleep,
Can this converstaion get anymore boring?
This argument is not even the least bit deep,
I envy the birds up in the sky, just soaring.
"Why did I come?"
I ask myself
This feels so dumb,
It is even duller than the gulf.
My two friends' arguing,
Is slowly putting me to sleep.
Until they both stop fighting,
I think I'll count some sheep.
