Poetic Flashes come and go,
They may say things, you do not know,
Illumination, joy that counts,
Poetic Flashes, no accounts,
For them, no forbidden amounts.
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So true, Sandra. I'm astounded what comes before my mind at times. How do we tap into our perfect poem? ++10 Robert