the old poet at his desk
waiting for the words
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In the time of rain
the old poet at his desk waiting for the words 7/7/2023 08:01:29 pm
There are times - too many and too often - those who write sit waiting for words.
Robert
10/7/2023 02:59:58 am
Hi Jim...thanks for reading and for the kind words. Here's hoping the words flow easily for all of us...
John O’Keefe
7/7/2023 10:58:00 pm
Micrometrum, well done.
Robert
10/7/2023 03:05:48 am
Hi John...thanks for reading, and for the very interesting word.
Sue Clayton
8/7/2023 01:50:57 am
The rhythm of the rain will inspire his rhyme.
Robert
10/7/2023 03:11:38 am
Hi Sue...thanks for reading and commenting. Hmm...The rhythm of the rain may inspire the old poet, or make him start singing. Comments are closed.
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