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Rampant Ideas | ||
| A poem a day is so easy to write. It flows from my pen as I wake from the night. It sometimes is simple and rarely profound. Ideas are rampant; I just look around. Each day I reflect on the things on my mind. They pour out with ease; they are not hard to find. So many conceptions are waiting to rhyme! To fail to record them would constitute crime. If I should get stuck for the end of a line, I just pause a moment and wait for a sign. | ||
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