Pens and pencils I have many
Inspiration, have not any
Warm without, cold within
Comforter pulled to my chin
Tablet sits wanting vision
Not to write is my decision
Fires not lighting, burner down
While reading poems well renown
I wonder if their handy muse
Also had times unused
Rising for the coffee urge
Hope inaction it will purge.
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There are days like this.
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Ode to a lazy day 🙂
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They’re all lazy now
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