Gershon Wolf Poet Couplet

Poetry, a Teapot

   
	I wait ‘til the end of the day
           when I may have more to say

	At times the words come tumbling out
            Poetry, a teapot… my pen, a spout

         Then there are nights I stare at the screen
            Handcuffs on my heart, sight unseen

         In the morn I once tried my hand ~
            Muse yet ‘neath the spell of the sandman

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