Monday, 6 September 2010

For my inner critic ;-) (Inspired by Carry On Tuesday)

You don't know about me
You have no idea
You don't know about me
Because you've never been here

Here in my shoes
In my skin
In my head
Don't know what I remember
Or wish to forget

Never felt what I feel
Never thought what I think
So how comes you keep telling me
That I'm wasting my ink?
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8 comments:

  1. Anonymous7 September 2010 at 17:51

    Good one!

    Elizabeth

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  2. Deborah7 September 2010 at 18:13

    Very good, I like this a lot!

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  3. Kerry O'Connor7 September 2010 at 20:50

    A witty response to this prompt - with many a true word spoken.

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  4. Flying Monkey7 September 2010 at 21:25

    Thank you for your lovely comments. This one was waiting to get out for a long time ;-)

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  5. Anonymous8 September 2010 at 00:51

    The ink from your pen is never wasted :)

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  6. Linda Jones Malonson8 September 2010 at 04:03

    I especially loved the closing line to this piece.

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  7. Susannah8 September 2010 at 10:38

    LOL - I love this. Wisdom and wit! :-)

    Mine's here -
    http://panopticulated.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-terrain-carry-on-tuesday-69.html

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  8. Anonymous9 September 2010 at 11:47

    You tell 'em!

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