The writing bug is back
So many thoughts that it’s hard to keep track
Should I write poetry or prose?
Do my thoughts make any sense? Who knows?
My mind flits from one topic to another
Should I write about this? That? Or the other?
Spring had sprung and flowers a-blooming
I might be going over old writings I am assuming
Surely there is a lot I have not touched upon
After all words just go on and on
Now the dam of inertia has broken
Muse seems to have at long last woken
Watch out world here I come
To share the my rhymes – some fine, some dumb
Nice. Let it flow !
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