My problem is TIME. Women are busy creatures. I hate to use a stereotype, but it's true that a woman's work is never done. Many of the most famous female authors, such as Jane Austen, never got married and never had children. By the time I'm done working all day and cooking and cleaning up and putting children to bed, I'm too damned tired to care about poetry. That last part isn't true; I still care, but I suppress my caring because I'm too tired. How do other women around these parts do it? How, how how? The poem I have up on this site currently I wrote five years ago, and it's a newer one for me!
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