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The Bookstore

Sitting in the café, of my favorite bookstore, Writing poetry for my book I find myself staring at words, close my eyes And let the words just pass me by. People walking past me, wonder what I do I continue writing as if I knew. They seem to think I concentrate When all the while I hesitate I’m looking for some inspiration Interest and communication Inspired by some motivation To help me write with dedication But all I do is fall asleep. Picking up my pen at last Returning to the words that passed Is what I want to-do Sitting in the café, of my favorite bookstore, Writing poetry for my book I find the inspiration needed In the words of the poets on the shelves around me

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 8/20/2013 8:05:00 AM
What a struggle, what a fight? Hmmm...next time you may want to try the outdoors...Nice inspiration can also be found in nature. Take a walk in the park, or a look at the city at nights.Good effort.
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Date: 7/24/2013 3:19:00 PM
it sounds like you were at Barnes and nobles. I love that place. Good read for me!!
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Mary Chapman
Date: 7/24/2013 6:04:00 PM
thank you for the review and comments, yes i was talking about Barnes and Noble