All thoughts of work are
done. Holiday begins soon;
only two more sleeps.
by Scooj
All thoughts of work are
done. Holiday begins soon;
only two more sleeps.
by Scooj
I’m soaked to the skin;
damp clothes release that dank smell.
I want to go home.
by Scooj
It’s all merry hell –
telephone conferences
and builders don’t mix.
by Scooj
I sit in front of
my screen, deprived of freedom;
I’ll let my mind walk
by Scooj