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I guess its time to tip the flask while taking up another task writing down my hurt and pain in messages, I bleed in vain. Taking leave, I bid adieu thanking them & thanking you hope I find inspired thought else it seems, it's all for naught? Trouble brought by words we say, or folded hands we teach & pray, perhaps I'll write another day? Until then, I say farewell, in stories I may never tell, intentions good, paving roads we're hoping to relieve the load. Kissed by luck & slapped by fate I live by love, & not by hate so here's to them & here's to you something that we all must do scraping off the sticky shoe & all the nasty residue... A poets heart is sometimes frail while looking for the Holy Grail in spinning webs, a haunting tale this time of year reminds us all someone must have quite the gaul, to write of leaves and how they fall Seems I've got a poetic curse, I suppose that things, they could be worse keep on spilling, verse and verse Lifting up the bones I bury, digging  down can be quite scary sometimes even slightly harry even though I'm kinda wary I write again for you. Cherie Nolan
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Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 10:58 AM UTC
"A Poetic Curse?"
I guess its time to tip the flask while taking up another task writing down my hurt and pain in messages, I bleed in vain. Taking leave, I bid adieu thanking them & thanking you hope I find inspired thought else it seems, it's all for naught? Trouble brought by words we say, or folded hands we teach & pray, perhaps I'll write another day? Until then, I say farewell, in stories I may never tell, intentions good, paving roads we're hoping to relieve the load. Kissed by luck & slapped by fate I live by love, & not by hate so here's to them & here's to you something that we all must do scraping off the sticky shoe & all the nasty residue... A poets heart is sometimes frail while looking for the Holy Grail in spinning webs, a haunting tale this time of year reminds us all someone must have quite the gaul, to write of leaves and how they fall Seems I've got a poetic curse, I suppose that things, they could be worse keep on spilling, verse and verse Lifting up the bones I bury, digging  down can be quite scary sometimes even slightly harry even though I'm kinda wary I write again for you. Cherie Nolan
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Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 10:58 AM UTC
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