It must be written in the cosmos somewhere;
seems every writer I know
has been bitten by the winter
blues block.
You would think melancholy souls like mine
would be inspired by cold hard weather...
Alas, it's the sun that makes me
want to fly off,
thereby reminding me of all
I want to vent and repent.
~a
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