Lately, I have poured all my energy
Into creating reams of poetry.
I feel like a boxer: desperately
Flagging on the ropes and almost beaten
Into submission by the writing gremlins:
Who want to break my flow.Now I'm patiently
Waiting for a second wind, so that I
Can, at last, deliver the fatal blow!
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