Writing Poem by Ray Hansell
Writing
The thoughts come from my mind
Through my fingers to the keys
Sitting here and writing
Comes to me with such ease
It seems no matter what
I can always make a rhyme
I seem to be able to do it
In a very short amount of time
Some people say it's a gift
But sometimes I have to wonder
You see, they just see the finished product
They never see me make a blunder
© 10-12-10/RJH
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