There he sits upon in a chair
at his desk reading the last
lines that he didn't miss he
was trying to finish his last
work for the night; so he
can go to bed well rested
upon the new light of
tomorrow. For he was getting
tired though so he puts
his hand to his forehead
and rubs it gently with a
nice touch that gives his
mind a rest. For a moment
such as this though to him
it felt so dower. And so he
kept touching his forehead
and rubbing as he was trying
to think.
But why couldn't he think
maybe it's because of the
injustice's in the world
that's have been happening
where the tears of the
people are being heard and
why does he think about
it plenty enough of it shall
never go unnotice for it
was furbotice. As it he would
but what does he think
when the world is at rest
or even a stand still. What does
he think - then?


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