Sunday, September 27, 2020


 The effort wasn't lacking, you see.

I tried all the lessons

and danced to all tunes,

But somehow or the other

Nothing ever clicked.

Instead I am stuck  

As a bell that won't chime

A buyer without dime

A machine without time

A line that won't rhyme

And only some dollops

Of malodorous slime.

Be that as it may.


Perhaps this is where I'll bloom.

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