Why I Write
I'm not a poet
I'm not great at rhyme
But when I long to express
I'll write anytime
When inspiration hits
I'll pull up word
Let my imagination fly
Soar like a bird
Ideas come and go
Migrating south
Coming back north
To flow from my mouth
Fly from my fingers
Onto a note
Sometimes a keyboard
In order to emote
Sometimes ideas stream
Sometimes they stop
Writers block sucks
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