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Where Is That Poem

Where is that poem that left me last night Why didn't I pick up a pen and write down those wonderful words of wisdom, so they would be with me yet at dawn's first glow

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Date: 6/2/2021 2:58:00 AM
I lose more than I write so this resonates with me.
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Gershon Wolf
Date: 6/2/2021 5:41:00 PM
You mean there are 11,000 C.K. poems floating around in the atmosphere somewhere?! -- HOly Guacamele'
Date: 5/30/2021 7:07:00 AM
I know what that is like! I was lucky recently, when some Haiku came to me as I was going to sleep and I remembered most of them in the morning. Great one Gershon. I hope you have a nice day :)
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Gershon Wolf
Date: 5/30/2021 4:57:00 PM
You actually remembered those poems from the night?! That's terrific. I just remember nightmares. Oh, well...
Date: 5/30/2021 3:11:00 AM
A poet/writers nightmare, if you dont write straight away it vanishes in that poetic backhole. Tom
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Gershon Wolf
Date: 5/30/2021 4:56:00 PM
You'd think maybe that 'poetic backhole' -- I think you meant black hole, perhaps --- would be clogged by now. ~ Astral Wanderer
Date: 5/29/2021 9:51:00 PM
Hi Gershon, I can relate to this poem a lot; that has happened to me several times. I enjoyed the read. Have a good evening:-) Alexis
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Gershon Wolf
Date: 5/30/2021 4:54:00 PM
Alexis, thank you for this and for all of your nice comments. Peace, Gershon
Date: 5/29/2021 9:02:00 PM
It happens to all of us, G.W. Now, I have my I-Phone by my bed and I use the "list" function to job down words and rhymes that come to me.
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Gershon Wolf
Date: 5/30/2021 4:53:00 PM
You are a smart dude. I almost always forget to put something near me, and then I regret it in the morning. Oh, well...

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