Thursday 19 August 2021

A blog that needs me?

A lonely blog

Daily, I think of thee, O Blog,
Maybe, another basket of words to flog,
I strain and prevaricate in this hard slog,
Each thought touched yet not ready to tog,
I let things lie like a sleeping dog,
Then another day passes like I’ve lost the bug,
Not for long would I be caught in a fog,
The blog still remains my best catalogue.

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