Dedicated to all my Triond friends, out of sight but not lost.

When you start writing and no idea comes out,
You can’t help but cursing but need not pout;
When your nice friends were saying “c’mon, get out”,
And there’s nothing left to say to deserve a shout.
When all the good ideas just pass you by,
Your were so lazy to write it out you have to make a sigh;
When everything seems worthless you look up at the sky,
But it was filled with dark gray clouds hanging up so high.
When you have to say enough and make a detour,
Thinking life is a destination not an endless tour;
But somewhere along the way the taste turns sour,
When you’ve got to be on your feet and return to scour.
Well, For Ken Bultman and Lostash if you’re going, I just hope you’ll find it. For everyone who are staying, let us make the best of everything left to be written. My best regards to each and everyone.
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