I sat down now to write some "notes"'...
Some letters to some dear old friends.
They wrote and asked me how "life" goes;
And told me how their path's now wend.
I contemplated what to write....
And wondered why 'tis lately so
That it's been such a chore to write
When formerly 'twas pleasurable.
Instead of grabbing reams with joy,
And gladly stuffing envelopes,
The lined pages sit nakedly,
While I now struggle to write prose.....
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