Started with a blank page
And a mind just as empty.
Never you mind words will come,
As they usually do, as I progress.
Doesn't make much sense,
But that is par for the course.
While i pitch and putter,
Soon a thought will come.
Oh well, gave it a try.
Maybe next time a thought will come,
That makes some sense,
And it will surprise me too.
Love ya!
Jane