Thursday, April 12, 2007
Still Sick
Still have the classic cold
stuffed head, runny nose,
cough, fever.
With all the poems
already in the world
if I was a decent humanoid
i'd sit out this one and
give my muses a rest.
But what happens to
a poem if it isn't writ
and instead ls silenced
by one thing or another.
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