(One last poem for NaPoWriMo)

Last day of the month.
I’ve drawn a blank.
My mind is numb.
An empty tank.

My dogs are quiet.
Now of all times.
My annoyance with them
Always makes good rhymes.

I’m sure something will come,
There’s an idea somewhere.
I just hope it arrives,
I may need prayer.

(See you next year.)

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