Last Minute Call

Posted on Dec 19, 2012

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Last minute call
Always the same
It’s like
A stressful game
Don’t they know
It’s unfair
But what choice left
Do they care?
So off she goes
Rushing around
Slave to others
Losing pounds
So tired she is
So very tired
Shattered beyond repair
Lacking that inner fire
As she struggles
With her week
She keeps hope
For a future she seeks

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