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| Sitting at my desk The pen is dry. Search for another-- Ink on my fingers. Wipe it off-- No Kleenex. Settled again With paper and pen. Commotion in the living room: Mama, mama... Daddy playing piano. Noise still hear Through closed door. Relax Concentrate Chew gum Pick up pen, But the words don't come! |
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| Copyright © 1988 by Judith E.
Garling Permission is granted for you to copy these poems for yourself or to share with others as long as the poems are not changed, you include the copyright notice, and no fee is charged. If you would like to post a poem on your website, please obtain permission; send me an email. |