Pen in hand, blank sheets of paper
poetic words were in abundance before, now
the well has dried up, writer’s block
for days, weeks, months I’m trying
to get my groove back.
Pen in hand, blank sheets of paper
poetic words were in abundance before, now
the well has dried up, writer’s block
for days, weeks, months I’m trying
to get my groove back.
Poetry On A Roll 
Hugs!
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