Wonderings, clearing, cobwebs and dust. Will things ever clear out in the attic that is my mind? Stutterings, stumblings, and mumblings. Will things ever poetically flow from my lips again?
Seems odd you posted this on FB tonight (this morning) as I am feeling the same.
You say that often when I write. :D Miss you friend.
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Seems odd you posted this on FB tonight (this morning) as I am feeling the same.
ReplyDeleteYou say that often when I write. :D Miss you friend.
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