Quality Time

Ouch! That hurts! Writer's cramp in the brain. I feel like I haven't a poet's leg to stand on! Hours ticking away, Joining forces with the days. O? Clock speaks? "Just thirty minutes has been spent! Thou shalt not give false testimory." Now I am getting the third degree preaching. Okay- Enough of this. What's up? Heavily in the realm of seriousness? Maturely growing, I need a rest? Okay you, I here you in silence in your little playground, I know you all to well, The child in me. Take the pen, It's your time to come out and play. (Thank you Carol Brown on your comments on "It's Time." Your words are so true from the heart. I am now laughing because too many wonderful comments from all, it seems like there is a writing for everyone of them! I do not know if I should keep going or take a break?)