Is it usual to have less writers thought,
Never was I of writing taught,
Oh they tried, the teachers of the day,
But back then all I wanted to do was get out to play…
My thoughts today seem labored,
A labor of love sometimes hardly worth it,
A labor of pain most times digging deep,
Beating a dead equine most belabored…
While writing did one ever wonder if it all made sense,
Balancing myself on the beam in the middle of the fence,
Do I want to do so or not, now or in the past tense,
No matter what I write do I receive even a trickle of cents…
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God bless you. Kathy
~Cody.
Peace,
Dan
But we's gotta write anyhow.
Walt
DON'T LEAVE YOUR DAY JOB! VERY LITTLE MONEY IN PROSE, AND NONE IN POESY!
JUST SIT IN THE SUN, WRITE FOR FUN, AND EXPOUND UPON, THE ODOR OF YOUR TOESIES!
TOM.
Just about every time I write something,Bro.
And I see you still have my picture on your old writing desk. Now ain't that cool!
Georg
so many images and thoughts racing around in our braintrack
and some subsances cause our brain to be fuzzy and make
us wonder if we make any sense/cents I for sure make none
of the latter;-)Hi Rufuz!
luv
et
learning to write back then.
Ed, your writing has purpose.
For we need to laugh as much as we can.
Don't stop writing whatever you write. We reads it.
Ron