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As I lay dozing in my bed, I write poetry in my head. Playing the page with well-worked words, A mix of adjectives and verbs, My Voice it resonates with musical sounds And my imagination knows no bounds. I like that! I declare, So soon I’m rushing down the stairs To grab my pad. Scribbling it all down Did I forget to mention noun? Forgetting words is just the pits: That sends me into raging fits. I’m on my laptop soon enough To add more verses, off the cuff. Microsoft Word becomes my home As now I’m really in the zone. I just can’t stop myself from doing this I know: All I can do is let it go. Paul Butters
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 10:40 AM UTC
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As I lay dozing in my bed, I write poetry in my head. Playing the page with well-worked words, A mix of adjectives and verbs, My Voice it resonates with musical sounds And my imagination knows no bounds. I like that! I declare, So soon I’m rushing down the stairs To grab my pad. Scribbling it all down Did I forget to mention noun? Forgetting words is just the pits: That sends me into raging fits. I’m on my laptop soon enough To add more verses, off the cuff. Microsoft Word becomes my home As now I’m really in the zone. I just can’t stop myself from doing this I know: All I can do is let it go. Paul Butters
An how to poem.
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 10:40 AM UTC
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