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@ 2011-11-17 – 11:39:37
Once upon a time…
…there was me,
unwritten,
clean as can be.
Page unturned,
plot unplanned,
bridges unburned.
I’ve become
old, dog-eared,
tear-stained, well-thumbed.
Scribbled on, torn,
parts ripped out,
faded — worn.
I was new.
You used me.
Now I’m through.
Michele Brenton 17th Nov 2011
Great! You seem to be back 'in tune'....Love this! 
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banana
Pro I've started to learn the ukelele - I think it might be helping to relax my creativity again.
Welshpoetcs
Wonderfully shared.
banana
Pro Thanks - nice of you to say so.
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