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Writings Today it reads this way, tomorrow it reads like that! The words flew upon the paper. A deluge, as water cascading over the falls of Niagara, fast and unstoppable. Transferring thoughts; as they enter the brain, then come out the pen. As if by magic, the wonderful, Of course, insightful poem developed. Then set aside till another day. Then afresh viewed, as misconstrued. The glamour, the entice didn't appear quite as nice. A change here, and a little thereā¦Then left again and read once more. More papers wadded and floored. Disappointed you all but cry, the meaningful aspirations just died. I'm through! Aha! Wait a new idea I need pursue... |
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