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.
See my new blog: MRKIMMOSLEYWRITE.BLOGSPOT.COM Diaristic Notations started 7/18/07. The images are created on a Palm Pilot TX. To read the novel from the beginning, go to July 18 posting and click on the following day at the bottom of each post. Or if you wish to jump on the train in the middle of the trip and start with today's post, that is okay as well. Thanks!