Inspiration
(poems go here) The words go flowing round and round
my drive crashes straight into the ground
As I continue to think of anything I can
I realize that words are starting to pan
Line by line, the couplets form
and words fall out of the swarm
As all this happens
the tempo quickens
We have a dance
a sweet romance
My muse leaves me
again the words are free.
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