Elliott Bowe The Drunken Poet Poet Free verse

Watch Out Here I Come

Reaching for a cup of words.
                                          It slips through my hands.
                                     Cleaning up the writers block spill.
                                               Watch out here I come.

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Robert Johnson May 2, 2012 at 4:01 PM Nothing like getting on with it. Go man Go. :)

Anne-Lise Andresen April 27, 2012 at 5:19 PM Nicely poem Elliott, like it. - Have a lovely weekend. - oxox love Anne-Lise

Pace Ink-U-Script April 27, 2012 at 5:15 PM Ha that's a clever write!!! Short but yet deep into thought!!! INK-U-SCRIPT