The words are all scrambled in my head
For none come out the way they should
They have no rhyme or reason
So instead I will rest my head.
February 17, 2015
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8 comments:
This reminds me of a poem I was trying to write last week, I could not get the words to come out the right way so I just gave up and gave it all a rest!
Good one, Anne ...
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Good one....that is the way my thoughts go sometimes too.
Have a great day, Anne.
I am just heading to Rose's and then 'the real fun begins' LOL
I feel your pain, Anne. Great poem. It made me feel like I'm NOT the only one. :-)
Margie, I guess writers always feel that way. Thanks for your visit.
Connie, Thanks for your comments and your visits. They are appreciated.
Margie, Hope you had a fun day with Rose. She is so adorable!
Thanks, Robyn...Nice to know that I am not alone, too.
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