Still feeling jet lagged
It’s only seven o’clock
Too early for bed
Hawkers pushing food
The smells are hard to resist
Can’t wait to go back
Still feeling jet lagged
It’s only seven o’clock
Too early for bed
Hawkers pushing food
The smells are hard to resist
Can’t wait to go back
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I haven’t flown for a couple of years. Your words bring back one memory of experiencing a short layover at the Detroit airport.
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traveling certainly creates many memories!
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OMG! Did Jim Borden just write poetry? Be still my beating heart. ❤ This is a beautiful example of the Haiku form. Your syllable count is spot on and you have given vibrant life to the mundane with concise words and a relatable subject. There appears there is nothing you can’t do if you want to! Bravo!
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baby steps, Brad, baby steps. I can handle three lines with no rhyming. and writing about the mundane is my specialty (not so sure about giving it vibrant life, though). Thanks as always for your support!
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Well, you can add “poet” to your long list of accomplishments!
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Thanks, Brad!
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How long did the jet lag last?
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a few days to adjust, a big part of it is the 13 hour time difference; it’s completely reversing my normal cycle.
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Enjoy your travel Jim
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thanks, LaShawn! so far, so good!
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