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Get those initial thoughts down a.s.a.p. That we thought were so brilliant and flowing Riding high on our cleverness Then we sleep In our beds Who's reading And responding As we saw zzz's Then we get up and check No response So we visit again That poem that Didn't quite cut it As we read We think How could I write This crap I can't even Understand this I wasn't in My right mind Better pull my sleeves up Click my pen And restructure This one again Then they'll Get it