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Lost For Words
 




I open my journal to write,
something elegant for a challenge.
Not finding many of the words I need,
I wonder if my page can be salvaged...

I run through my words,
and seem to be lost,
in what I'm trying to bring across.

We poets all experience a dry spell
where words just hide from our pens.
A challenge won't wait,
'cause they all have a date,
when closed and a winner is chosen.

So as I stumble with wounded words,
I have to confess,
too much, too soon, too bad...

Written by Janet Ford

Challenge 'Too Much, Too soon, Too Bad'
Hostess~Cherry~

By girlsisy

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - too much, too soon, too bad! (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - too much, too soon, too bad! (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - too much, too soon, too bad! (challenge has been closed)


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