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I WONDER HOW MANY I wonder how many poems that I’ve missed, because instead of writing, sleep is what I kissed. I wonder how many poems have slipped on by, through my brain and into the sky, because I didn’t stop and write the words down; now the thoughts just make my face frown. So many words I miss, if I don’t stop and write. I wish I had more time, to bring another beautiful sight, of words, sentences, paragraphs and such, to everyone in the world; there can never be too much. So next time I feel the words building up, no matter what I am doing, I’ll stop and write until they shut up. This may seem strange, or real weird to you, but if you were a writer, you would feel this way to. I hope I never miss, another poem to send, because if I do, the opportunity will end, for me to write one more, maybe the best. I never will know if I don’t stand up to the test. So from now on, I’ll need to stay aware, and need to stay alert, and welcome the words no matter where. I am, or what I am doing, and start to writing, it will be faster than a bolt of lightning. |
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