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Tuesday, January 18, 2011
The Poem Bug
I got bitten by the poem bug
It is on purpose, not random or luck
It makes my hands flow with poems
Or wacky sentences, with rhymes and rhythms
It all started with nothing to do
Then this idea pop out of the blue
Why not write something about me
Write it as in writing it in poetry!
Through the years, the poems flow
As the size of my blog posts grow
Thoughts, stories or random ramblings
Problems, conflicts and even sweet tidings
Once again, the mood is back
As I pull these works out of my bag
Why it's back, I need not mention
Thanks to "her", she's my inspiration.
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