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August 28, 2007
Words are inadequate for certain moods.

Twisted up inside
Mopey
frustrated, aggravated irritated Ė
all those Ďatedsí Ė
Grouchy and grumpy
wanting to growl

Instead of being able to explain it,
I sit and stare
Wool-gathering
Navel-gazing
(sweaters of belly-button lint, anyone?)

I ponder and wonder and wander,
lost in my own thoughts
and forlorn.
I find it so hard to ask for
Whatever it is that I need.
Because I donít know what it IS,
I only know that this isnít it.

I shrug,
Stare,
tap my fingers,
Sigh

Maybe, Iíll try to explain
if I think that you really care.