It Stinks Poem by Daniel Nairn

It Stinks



my writing stinks
it comes and goes
i follow it
where'er it leads
it tells me when
i can write well
and leaves me when
i need it most
and torments me
by biding well
with Her
and giving Her
what it withholds
from Me

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Daniel Nairn

Daniel Nairn

Bellevue, Nebraska
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