Think
Writing is an act of thought,
A Muse chased into eloquence,
A wild idea, tamed and caught
And realized through writer's sense
The cause itself, irrelevant,
The processes behind it too,
Worthless, all the hours spent On mining mind for gold to view If what I have to share and tell Won't make the readers think as well.
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