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A ten spot or five spot,
a thought in my head.
Was it creative thinking
or something I read?

Original thought,
hard to attain.
Try as hard as I can,
there's doubt, I retain.

Striving to write
words fast and free.
Are they my words
and really about me?

What a joy you are Luda
What a joy to see.
Your spontaneous nature,
your spirit runs free.

I love to use words,
most of the time,
so, they flow smoothly
and will usually rhyme.

Lonely the nights,
but not the day.
When I see you,
what will I say?

I miss you
in every way,
the sound of laughter,
your smile, a moon ray.

Out the window,
snow on the roof.
Keeping a lookout
for a miniature Hoof.

Cold are the nights,
no need to hurry,
to find a sign
of a Christmas Fairy.

Lovely the view,
snow covered grass,
white capped shrubs,
fluffy blankets
on benches.

Ten thousand eyes
were watching me,
they were on my TV.

Odd how my love,
believed the announcers
can see her.
She cannot discern from
TV and reality.

Two hundred miles,
a drive away
from another night
and one more day,
of missing you.

Born the writer,
following a star,
writing the words,
is who you are.

Choose words wisely,
saying auto not car,
you will define,
the writer you are.

A long journey,
a trip to the Sun,
riding a rocket,
should be fun.

I've traveled for miles,
to find where you are.
Searching the universe,
every planet and star.

When I find you,
happy I'll be,
for you are elusive,
especially for me.

Snowed last night,
lovely to see,
making travel difficult.
Snow driving not for me.

I will tolerate slow service,
but dislike being ignored.
The elderly problem
of being invisible.