This is a doodle I wrote one day when my inspiration went and locked itself in the toilet!

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Inspiration-
nothing new
but little reaches me now.
So I sit
and think it over
and doodle tiredly
with furrowed brow.
What words
will shape
under my pen?
What thoughts will
stain the page?
Shall I write
of love and death?
Or hate
and heartfelt rage?
Thinking this
I look down
and find it's already done .
a silly poem
that doesn't scan
or
rhyme at all.

© Terrë Yuki
1997

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