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Obscured Talent

by James A Holt

I haven't written in a while,
I haven't had the Knack.
I've looked for it everywhere
I just can't get it back.

I rummaged underneath my bed
And all I found was dust.
I even searched beneath the car,
There was nothing there but rust.

I scanned inside every room,
Even behind the doors
I'm giving up this crazy search,
May I borrow yours?

11/02/2007

Author's Note: I dedicate this poem to Janine. I hope you find yours.

Posted on 11/03/2007
Copyright © 2024 James A Holt

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