The words lie
Trippingly on the tongue
To fall trippingly off
In a mangled heap
On the floor;
A testament to the
Selfindulgent tragedy
That is writer's block.
Monday, October 27, 2008
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An experiment, to see if I am capable of writing one poem a day for an entire year. Readers are welcome to comment on the work, or post their own work in response.
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