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    Sometimes one simply has to complain! I amused myself writing mine down in the form of poetry after having an overly long bout of 'creativity' during which poems kept forming themselves in my mind and it really did feel as if I was going slightly nuts!

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    Sometimes one simply has to complain! I amused myself writing mine down in the form of poetry after having an overly long bout of 'creativity' during which poems kept forming themselves in my mind and it really did feel as if I was going slightly nuts!

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    Another Day

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    Inge Meldgaard
    Sometimes one simply has to complain! I amused myself writing mine down in the form of poetry after having an overly long bout of 'creativity' during which poems kept forming themselves in my mind and it really did feel as if I was going slightly nuts!

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    ANOTHER DAY

    Although I wish theyd go away, Alas, alas, another day ~ Yes, gold and silver, I adore, But love good neighbours so much more. A curse upon their weeds, I say, Alas, I wish theyd go away ~ My roses fair they do invade; Sometimes I wish Id never stayed. Their trees upon my land do fall, Their cats invade my very hall. Yes, go indeed I wish they would But stop this poem I really should! I find my mind does blather on In rhyme and meter, even song ~ Why have my wits done this to me? Why are my thoughts no longer free? I pine for peaceful, silent nights, With book in hand and just the lights; When I was young and just a child This noise is sent to drive me wild! Postscript Crowded thoughts Filling my head Two oclock Should be in bed Write it down Dont lose the thread Writers block I surely dread! Inge Meldgaard 2012

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