By B.K.
Date: 2004 Sep 05
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Foggy Sunday

Hi Baby
How's my Darlin this day
You feel very far away
I love you Baby
More than words
Could every say
Lately I know
I haven't had the
Syllables to rhyme
They stick in my throat
My brain won't let my
Fingers do any more
Than hold the pen
It's writers block
And the harder I try
To force the issue
I'm holding tissue again
So I'm here to tell you
What you mean to me
Offer goodies to the god of love
And try to bribe the muse
Anything for a grin (Kisses Darlin)