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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