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Abrupt yet true the urge to write, Come heed each cite with simple tale; Bright broken wings yet still can fly, Words string and ply weary plot slot; Dream jazzy swirl in that still point, Obey the urge to dance with thoughts; Work story bump in jerky fits, Do not repair that sad affair; Draw, lose or win in fad surreal, Each morbid phrase can somehow tell; Bite the copy with a new route, Exploit the base with sexy moves; Say and withhold yet the punchline, Merge in fond surge of writer's purge. Leon Enriquez 29 October 2015 Singapore

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