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Wednesday, 16 July 2014

Rhymer's Lament

By Henry Lowenstern

The well's run dry. I must be frank.
My poetic muse has drawn a blank.
No matter how I fret and curse,
I can't produce a decent verse.
Who played on me this lousy prank?


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Comments

Cool poem, Henry, especially for one who "can't produce a decent verse."

I'd say, "You've still got it."

Henry:

Don't despair, maybe the muse just slipped out for an "afternoon delight."

Henry, don't be a crank
It's only a temporary blank

I know (with a wink),
the well isn't as dry
as you think!

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