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I Forgot

I forgot. When was it the word withered the phrases fled? When did vigilance for the lines crumble laxly into the air. Was it when I, unfaithful to my craft, forgot to work; in nonchalance to practice; lost nose to the grindstone. I thought, poetic as I was, the majestic write would upon me light like pollen in the breeze. Write it down, when it comes. I'll bet that's what Dr. Seuss did. Kathryn Collins May 8, 20016

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Date: 6/8/2016 6:44:00 PM
Wow! Expectations of inspiration to settle like pollen in the breeze. Beautiful! Excellent write
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Date: 5/27/2016 4:04:00 PM
So glad you are writing again Kathryn - my muse deserts me and comes back when she is good and ready - life issues seem to take precedence over poetry but hopefully we can combine the two and pen a poem or two:-) hugs Jan xx
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Date: 5/12/2016 12:42:00 PM
Oh my, my! This reminds me of me... So glad you're back, Kathy! Love
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Date: 5/14/2016 6:47:00 AM
thanks for reading and let's hope I'm really back. Xxxooo