The Land of Grimney - The Illustrated Adventures of Cora Pearl, aged 12

Sometimes words are elusive and frustration sets in.

My words cry out,
Birth pangs of imagination,
Drying like a mud-crust
Round a waterhole,
Stamped on by the wild beasts of
The imperative,
Hungry for the water of life.
Their life,
Not my life.

The mud-crust dries, crumbles
And is carried away
On the winds of forgetfulness.

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Why nor try: http://gedspoems.blogspot.com/

...And then you use it to great advantage!

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All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts...

You are obviously a positive thinker!

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Why nor try: http://gedspoems.blogspot.com/