I would've loved to write today
about something worth your while.
But I sat in front of the computer screen,
and my thoughts only seemed to pile
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the eternal mystery of the poem where words come from and the other terror when they don't and only despair writes nasty notes in the brain an exceptional poem
Hello Amanda, You've been busy! An artist is often over run by ideas, fragments of thought and splinters of brilliance. Sorting them is the devil of it all. Enjoyed reading you. Carolynn