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Down the Drain

April 18, 2009
By James Burdick PLATINUM, Fredonia, New York
James Burdick PLATINUM, Fredonia, New York
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I went to paper today,
But had nothing to tell.

Always my pen can sing sweet words
To a reader and his mind's labyrinth,

But the words are lost today
Like whiskers down the drain.

My pen does not sing the rocks in my head;
The quiet becomes disturbing.

However, once the whiskers are gone,
There's no way back up the drain.

Next time I find some words,
I will hold on to them tighter.

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on Jul. 22 2009 at 2:35 am
xXFadedFlowerXx GOLD, Roy, Utah
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Wow, I really like this poem, it reminds of moments I've had. Great work