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This poem is about the fact that my mind generates phrases that I do not have time to write down...because I'm working, driving, or otherwise engaged...And the turn of a phrase, or a thought not written, becomes lost..it's still in my mind..a vague memory..And when I try to remember them, they will not return. so I can write them down. As far as this notion to improve... I believe critiquing on this premise is like telling someone you don't like the way they comb their hair because of the color. Have a nice day