I chewed on my pencil #2
All morning
The words came
And left
Without helping
Me say
My muse had a name
But no promise
Had deep pain
But always smiled
So I chewed on my pencil
And scratched my dog’s ear
Words came and left
And laughed
On their way out
June 20, 2019
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2019
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