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Mar 2019
Some days, the words flow forth like the mighty Mississippi River.
Some days, they trickle like a creek.
Some days, drought ravages the barren land,
the word processor screen as blank as the expansive emptiness
of a sun-charred desert landscape.
Joseph S Pete
Written by
Joseph S Pete  Chicagoland
(Chicagoland)   
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