A quick hop here and a furtive peek
Shy and abashed i slither back
Into my place I used to hack
Everything lies still and cobwebs abound
Seeing the words I weaved and wrote
Twinge of guilt with a catch in my throat
I fondly eye my posts; the blog looks forlorn
Showing signs of fun, chatter and good times
Still evinced by the heartfelt lines
Here's to hoping for a rebirth
New shoots of posts in this bog of a blog
Grass and grains of thoughts through the fog
* title album by American rock band the Strokes
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I suppose may latest post follows the same sentiment.... Nice to see you have been active here , this year.
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