This is NOT a kids poem. Maybe high school age. Maybe. It's really just me not allowing enough time to come up with anything good. Yet again. But at least I haven't missed a day. Tomorrow it will be two full months! Woohooo!
Empty
By Batsheva 1/31/10
It seems my tank is empty
At least 'tis for today
I don't know where the poems go
When I've nothing to say
But I wish that I could go there
And somehow track 'em down
Yet it doesn't seem to work that way
No, not that I have found
It seems the rhymes must find me
Only when they're good and ready
But when they do, it's true
That it's a feeling rather heady
While some folks get their kicks
From drugs or alcohol or crimes
I would really much prefer
To fill my tank with rhymes
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