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Wreathed in cherry blossoms and covered with a cloak of promises, I search my word-withered mind for a catchy poetic title to entice. Marooned names scattered amongst the catacombs of a dizzy literary mutt; I believe are in need of a dusting. Ah yes, dusting and cleaning is a must! 
‘Sublime gifts transcend the artist’, this we all know but, what if the gift fails, gets caught in the cortex, mucked down? Then where is a poet to turn to, I ask? 
Wrinkling the silky fabric of confusion my mind and his thoughts seem to be stuck; perhaps a bit of expert ironing is in order! I’ll see if Ms. Ironing is up for the task! Jon Von Erb 6/2020
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Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 4:50 PM UTC
When Only Half the Brain says ‘Ready’
Wreathed in cherry blossoms and covered with a cloak of promises, I search my word-withered mind for a catchy poetic title to entice. Marooned names scattered amongst the catacombs of a dizzy literary mutt; I believe are in need of a dusting. Ah yes, dusting and cleaning is a must! 
‘Sublime gifts transcend the artist’, this we all know but, what if the gift fails, gets caught in the cortex, mucked down? Then where is a poet to turn to, I ask? 
Wrinkling the silky fabric of confusion my mind and his thoughts seem to be stuck; perhaps a bit of expert ironing is in order! I’ll see if Ms. Ironing is up for the task! Jon Von Erb 6/2020
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Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 4:50 PM UTC
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