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Mixed Up Werds Twonite

Mixed Up Werds Twonite I am often blinded in my verse words evade my searching mind. Down and blue from this curse my thoughts should be refined. I ache to write a great song a little ditty to thus amuse. Yet my words hide in a throng of trash I am loathe to reuse! Another word like ocean, I sea burning in crimson color read. Gotto, got to go, need to pea then rewrite those words I red. I am often blinded in my verse words evade my searching mind. Down and blue from this curse my thoughts should be refined. R.J. Lindley Dec, 6th, 1983 A bit of levity in title and the third stanza, too cold to go buy more whiskey. I wander iffn' my spillin shood be chekked twonite. Note- THE ABOVE IS POSTED COMPLETE AS WAS WRITTEN 32 YEARS AGO.SEEMS LIKE I WAS JUST PLAYING AROUND WHILE DRINKING SOMETHING TO KNOCK DOWN THE CHILL.

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Mark Woods

Date: 10/27/2015 6:34:00 PM

lol it doesn't matter how the inspiratio arrives its that it does.

Robert Lindley

Date: 10/26/2015 9:03:00 PM

Thanks my friend. I have rarely ever written when drinking too much. I did a bit when much younger. A few of those poems were very good. So long ago, so long....

Lin Lane

Date: 10/26/2015 6:22:00 PM

You don't need to drink to write well. I've read many of your poems, but keep playing around. Some writes withstand the sands of time. Good humor always will. Fun and clever, Robert.