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Poetry wants a day off (NPM ’16-Day 25)

Poetry wants a day off Spring wind is chill today. Words refuse to come out to play. There seems to be nothing left to say. It must be Monday. The clock keeps ticking—no delay The days creep on in their rigid array. I will send my muse a fresh bouquet for a better poem on… Continue reading Poetry wants a day off (NPM ’16-Day 25)