Naomi's Poetry
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
Write
The mood is set
The wheels are turning
Words spewing out, words churning
No way to stop
To end the frenzy
Piranha, the mind, escaping its pansy
The only remedy
The logical cure
Is to write and write until the mind is sure.
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