I don't write the poetry
It speaks the words itself
I think of all the verses lost
Because I put them on the shelf
Everyday comes a new line
A thought which needs explored
I often sit and wonder
Do they come because I'm bored
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Nice. As if being bored with the world was a sad thing ... We know it is God calling. "It speaks the word itself." But it takes some effort to catch it. :-)
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