I am fresh out of words,
No ideas come to mind.
The thought for the day?
It is all yours to find!

Has ole' "katma" gone daft?
What's this then you query?
Just sorting and packing
Your pardon, sweet dearie(s).

In a thrice we'll be moved,
At least that's the plan
My brain? It is fried!
But, at least life's not bland!

The thoughts I would send you
Got caught in some box
I know I will find them
Packed in with my rocks!

So, darlings I love you
I've not been struck dumb
Nor fallen off the earth
Just no time to plumb!

luvyakat