Sil- ill- oh- qeef

Sil- ill- oh- qeef

A Poem by James W Dillon
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not sure if its the qeef were all picturing

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Tried to be very deep in this cause I feel like I go through phases quick, I grow or get older quicker. Very nice day I’m in the sun the sight of bees make me happy, wasps not so much. All the bees laugh when they go back to the hive and say “honey I’m home” Hope that wasn’t in that bee movie.  James Joyce didn’t publicly like Jews. Believe me I’ve tried to read Ulysses, Poetry’s very grim but that and feet are nice for Jim. 

Going to get free money tomorrow everything beyond this point will be better. Perhaps not having a Dolly Parton job a 9 to 5 isn’t high on the priorities of my life but, why should it be? Picture this, skydiving in reverse. In contrast the smaller everything gets the clearer the image of a perfect life becomes. You could be living to work, working to live, working hard or hardly working. 

But feel some achievement in yourself; don’t feel the need to be justified by your wealth. Love life until your very last breath.

© 2014 James W Dillon


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Added on August 15, 2014
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James W Dillon
James W Dillon

Ireland



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