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I sit with pen,
and paper at ready.
Waiting for inspiration,
to come.
Words that rhym,
ring in the ears.
Dogs of War,
Sheep & Sheers.
Were should I start,
it dictates where I end.

A point in the map,
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I hate it when that happens. I spent yesterday trying to write a poem where I knew the subject, but none of the forms I tried seemed quite right. In any event, I very much enjoyed your words and message. Peace, L&T

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