I give up. Nothing is forthcoming – more time and imagination is needed to EQUIP my brain. My words – a series of non-sequiters call up non-sense and silly rhymes: the thrill of a TRILL, LAITY filled with gaiety, and the GLINT of a FLINT. I give up indeed!

Georg’ann

No JUICE in my tank
Nothing left to BRING
Can THINK no longer
This FLINT won’t spark

Heather