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Writer's Block

I'm at a loss for words, no idea what to say. Nothing comes to mind so I go about my day. Searching for a subject Digesting letters as I walk. Opening every book I find But my mind's still locked. Close my eyes briefly Open them and look. The first think I gaze upon Will be the recipe I cook. Writer's block is like the flu Makes you sick inside. The simple remedy that I use Is face it, do not hide.

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Sarah Seraphin

Date: 12/1/2011 3:09:00 PM

* "Yessss, I Could Surely See This Problem Seeming Perhaps A Tad Bit Critical Unto They Whom Call Its Fascinations A Career * My Dear Sweet Beautiful Kristen * Thus I Would Imagine Yessss Again * As Your Beauty So Stated * Face It * Grab A Pen & A Sheet of China Cloth Paper * Make A Determined to Do Commitment * Walla * And They Call It Poetry * Very Lovely * My Luv, Always & Forever * Sarah." *

Dan Kearley

Date: 12/1/2011 3:03:00 PM

Ha,ha,ha :o) you can't force them out.. I like the one you have here...The block may be gone? :o)