Writer's BlockA Poem by a MessengerI can't think of anything to write
Been trying to think of something to write. Been sittin' here thinkin' most of the night.
I would write of love but I know nothing about it, if I did, beleive me, I'd stand up and shout it.
I would write of young maidens beauteous and fair but I don't think my mem'ry can get me back there.
I would write of green fields full of sweet clover. But most of those fields have all been paved over.
I would write of the moon hanging bright in the sky, but I can't see the thing and I'm not gonna lie.
I would write of roses their aroma so sweet, but all I can smell right now are my feet. © 2008 a MessengerReviews
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22 Reviews Added on April 4, 2008 Authora MessengerFLAboutI'm back. New name and profile, but less confusing than having two under the same name. I hope! G. Harrison Quay is gone and a Messenger is born. If you were one of my friends before, ple.. more..Writing
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