I've just published a poem, called 'Problem Sorted', in the mini-saga plot, and wondered if you guys would like to join in? You just need to add a second line.
And the problem is ….
Spit it out. I just can't wait. The problem is me, I anticipate.
We're none of us perfect. You with amputated hand, she with a limp, he with some hidden disability.... A few 'amputated' brain cells, perhaps? Who is to say I am any different? Is that the problem? Whose problem is it anyway?