Once upon a poem
that arrived with no idea
It rambled disconnectedly
to struggle with each line
There was no plan or smart objective
though I hoped for something fresh
another way of seeing things
Where instinctive proves a rule
Words can sometimes lack in elegance
Giving nothing much to read
Though invariably as I read through
I discover something else I need
It rambled disconnectedly
to struggle with each line
There was no plan or smart objective
though I hoped for something fresh
another way of seeing things
Where instinctive proves a rule
Words can sometimes lack in elegance
Giving nothing much to read
Though invariably as I read through
I discover something else I need
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