> Fifty five…no
I read so much
No time to write
I wish I may
I wish I might
My heart is full
Of not my own
I threw a seed
That was not sown
So now I think
A thought afar
It slipped my grip
A shooting star
I’m glogged with blogs
With words so fine
But whose are they
They are not mine
This
is
all
I
have
to
whine
Gerald the Writer 
>Twinkle, twinkle little blog,through my workday I have slogged.And as my day winds into night,there's your message burning bright.Twinkle, twinkle little blog,I love your clever dialogue.:)
>lol! I can so relate to this. We only have to much time to create and there is such a bounty of wonderful stuff to peruse on the blogs. Sometimes, though, you've got to close down the computer and just try to grab those shooting stars – maybe with pens instead of keyboards :)Really neat 55, Jerry!
>haha. i hear you there…some days the muse is fickle…and have to find teh balance between reading and writing…
>i can relate – sometimes – after reading and reading lots of other people's posts and poems i feel like i myself have no words of my own left..but when i go for a walk…they start to flow..and that's when i realize how blessed i am by getting inspired by other writers
>I know just how you feel. One Shot is like a sumptuous blogging buffet, and I always eat too much, putting the muse into a coma for a while.
>Some people work well under pressure.A creative way to work-out your 55, Jerry1
>That's a fine whine, Jerry. Nice 55!
>So true. Some days I need a bit of Bloggy Mira Lax to get the words flowing as you have done at the end of your 55. Nice.My 55 is HERE .
>Some days the inspiration is greater than others.Thank You so much for the story.Excellent 55 Jerry.Thanks for playing, thanks for the visit, and have a Kick Ass Week-End…G
>So true! Wonderful 55, Jerry.