Writers Block
The words will not flow
But they are there this I know
Oh boy, this has made me humble
As I sit here and grumble
Mind over matter
My spouse begins to chatter
What? A rhyme?
This could be a sign
Quickly let me write this down
Before the thought is gone
What? My pen's out of ink
My heart begins to sink...
Now what were those words again?
Copyright © Jan Cannon | Year Posted 2013
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