An overwhelming pressure descends
and I fall into a hole, deeper than
before but darker still worry
drips from the damp wall
of the well that I dug
for myself sitting
in a puddle
crying
h2o
salt
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Amanuensis Sobriquet-Reverie 
Oh, most excellent! I think I’ve been in a similar hole a time or two. GREAT poem!
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Thanks, Calen. I wish the holes would be filled in with cement though, so I wouldn’t have these moments at all.
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I know, hon. You’ve been falling in them for a long time now… {{{E}}}
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It’s like walking on Swiss Cheese, sigh!
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Just don’t break your damn leg stepping in one of the LITTLE holes! You don’t need that on top of everything else!
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Do creaky knees count? I feel like I’ve been running, my knees ache. Ever follow a toddler up and down the stairs 10 times. This is so getting old. Time to teacher her the follow the cat around the house circuit.
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