A reflection upon the value of proofreading.

Writing tired
I miss things.

How I long
For a camera

To back up my words.

A picture, old Ben said,
Is worth a thousand of them.

Is my kingdom lost
For the lack of one?

A word mislaid
Becomes rejection.

Weary, weary…
I proofread badly.

Shall I sleep
And dream

Of little word sheep
Growing leaves of cash.

Tomorrow…
Tomorrow I will try again.

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  • CHIPMUNK on May 5, 2011

    good one and meaningful

  • Anuradha Ramkumar on May 5, 2011

    That was a wonderul write.

  • C Jordan on May 17, 2011

    I liked the sentiment.

  • Ruby Hawk on May 25, 2011

    Daisy, I like that. I hope your work is going well, We miss seeing you as much as we used too. You take care.

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