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I am totally stuck!!

I am totally stuck!!

Try as I may tho I am totally stuck!!
I rattle around in my imagination yet I am thunderstruck 
Years of inventiveness has been entertaining for me 
writing fifteen hundred relentlessness verses of creativity
But my brain is befuddled in a state of meltdown
with my mouth turned around in frightful frown

I wonder to myself is this my Life & verse days done ?
Have I no more to contribute to the Cosmofunnel fun ?
Well unless something unclutters amidst my mind
Maybe’s there are notions in my noggin on a shelf to find
Perhaps in all probability my inner self needs a rest 
then in a month or two down the line I can conquer my quest

I guess constantly conjuring creations must take it’s toll
Mind you I have thoroughly enjoyed myself on the whole
So I won’t bid you all a forever Farewell but I will say “See you later” I don’t know when, who can tell ?
I shall give my inner thought a much needed Spring clean and hopefully I will be able to bring it back from wherence it has been

 

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Jill Tait

Awww love you are lovely to lil old me xxx I just cant find the will to think at mo ?❤️❤️❤️

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Marion

Don't you dare disappear???...?

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Jill Tait

Haha I won’t leave you silly ?❤️❤️❤️

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Gwendoline

Oh boo I just joined too!
Well I hope your head soon comes unstuck 
And you’ll be back in no time with a bit of luck 
 

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A Lonely Journey

Jillian! 
I may have to strangulate you, but I'll do it gently, and without any breathing interruption! You are my poetry rock! You rock poetry like no one I've ever encountered before. I've been keeping a spreadsheet of the number of your poems, and yesterday it blew up! But, at the time, you had 6,482,362.712 poems in a span of 12 days. If you leave, poetry will have a minor cardiac episode, and may disappear altogether, so don't even think about it! 
Here are some ideas for you: 
-A poem about a man who only wears gaberdine slacks on Thursday, and is negligent of pants on various other days, and is sometimes arrested by police. 
-Goats who seem to recall being Shirley Maclaine in another life, but who are deemed nuts by their peers. 
-A yak who purchases some meat, only to find that it is passed it's expiration date, and the market, Philbin's House of Meat and Leg Suturing, has left abruptly during the night. 
-Sqwackle. 
-A ferret who is forlorn because of his incorrect shoe size purchase, and decides to eat some melon...which he is allergic to. 
-Tickling Orangutans. 
-A man who purchases a parrot and loves him dearly, but becomes disenchanted when the parrot repeats the man's bank robbing scheme to police during a random parrot-al interrogation. 
-Socks without a hole to put your foot in. 
-Egregious leg psoriasis. 
-A mute who suddenly talks when he gets the wrong appetizer at Henri Fencilpost's Gourmet Felt restaurant. 

So, there you go, Kiddo. Get writing! You're brill, don't give up! Cheerie's Angels would be lost without you! 

Matthew. 

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Marion

If I may interject...you crack me up Matthew?????

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Jill Tait

????❤️❤️❤️hes an eedyatxx

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Jill Tait

Awwwwwww ???❤️❤️❤️??????

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Jill Tait

Teehee ay u r clever ??❤️?❤️

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Marion

Well you.lot can laugh but i got tears in my eyes...poor thing...man is Soooo inventive when it comes to cruelty ?☹️?

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