Spraying a thought on paper,
As if it was the thing to do.
Sure covers the blank spots,
And leaves no residue.
Sad that it has come to this,
But what's a fellow to do?
Can't just make up words
That have no meaning to you.
Struggle as I may for completion
Of a narrative with a thought.
There between the lines
You will see what I brought.
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Jane
Michael D.