Sat down to write but no words flow -- an empty, hallow quill. The shallow ink puddle slips away dry flakes tomorrow, still. Better luck another day -- that's sure to come or not. Persistence, patience, petulance -- Priority, precedence, poverty. Who can call a judge? Blue ribbon, PBR, winner -- Forget-me-not, a rose. Gibberish, honkey-tonk -- salad, banana, prose. Sat down to write some words came out -- but they make no sense to most. Another day down sun sags west, the moon's shadow white -- it looks cold but it's not.
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Love this. We’ve all lived it.