Monday, July 7, 2025

Real nakard housework

In quiet moments, I find my peace,

Alone with thoughts that never cease.

No crowds, no noise, just my own space,

A private world, a calm embrace.  


In solitude, I work and stray,

Dancing through chores in my own way.

Bollocks on, I do my part,

Free and unbound, a beating heart.  


No need for masks or grand display,

Just simple joys along the way.

In lone contentment, I reside,

A man at ease, with time and pride.

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