I seem to be all used up,
No words to spark me,
Not even a famous quote,
From a not so famous bard,
Can traverse my blockages moat…
Its been quite altogether too long,
Since last I put pen to paper,
Or in the vernacular, pressed a key,
I thought that after my battle with Mr. death,
More I would to have say, but seems there’s less, oh gee…
For those who recall prolific.ness,
I am sorry & must confess,
I really try to bring something new,
But usually end up with something old, borrowed or faded blue…
© ed 11/17/09
OLD - NEW - BORROWED - BLUE ???
MAYHAPS - YER MUSE IS GIVING YEW AN O-MEN?
MAYBE YER GIITIN' 'HITCHED' SOON ?
WEN'S THE WEDDIN'?
C'MON - FESS UP !
YORE OLE BRO GEORG AARDVARD DUN TOLE ME DAT YEW WUZ SUFFERIN' FROM
"HAIRY-PALM SYNDROME' !!!
:) :) :) ... TK...
Or something old to warm that stew
Something borrowed would suit me too
But it really is all up to you
We're really glad you told Mr. Death to pound sand. Patrick
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
love,
Eileen
Sick?
Be well!
Blessings and love,
Susan
Don't worry about it. Take care of you, and the words will come back. Promise. =]
(((HUGS))) love and continued prayer, Karla.
fee
Could be you miss Rufuz.
Regis
Keep on churning and answer my damn e-mails!!!
EDvard, yore Ole Brother
Keep well! Jasmin Horst