I chase a blank page, it flees from my rage. With pen in hand chasing, blank page keeps erasing. My ink won't take, maybe trying to write is a mistake.
Even blank pages flee, from a mind trying to free. Catching my fleeing paper, I nail it down for my caper. As I write, my ink doesn't go, even it refuses to flow.
My mind follows in succession, I have no memory left for confession. I wander around blinking, can't remember what I was thinking. I drop my pen, click out of the den.
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Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on May 4, 2004
I agree with Lynn. If'n yew can right about it, you ain't got it.
Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
Reviewed on May 3, 2004
LOL...been there done that Grady...
but you see...you even wrote about
that...good one..floria
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but you see...you even wrote about
that...good one..floria