Writing On Demand
By The Walrus
Trying to write poetry online, keypad ready, unhinges my mind. No thots abound, a deserted land, the empty screen, limp lifeless hand! If my fingers could think, my brain would type, but alas---tis useless, I'm blank tonight! Written December 27th, 2001 © on Dec 27 2001 05:53 AM PST 10 • 0 • 14
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