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About This Poem
Nine Conceptions
Nine tiny verses sitting on the table go unfinished
Set aside until the day my muse is replenished
Little bits and bobs of words written without rhyme
Trivial ideas scattered about to revisit when I’ve time
Trifling thoughts scribbled down over a month or two
Left alone gathering dust until more words come through
Nine scraps of different paper sit within my sight
Waiting, uncaring, for when I feel the timing right
Poems beginning and never ending remain the poet's plight
Written for the “9” writers contest. 1/10/13
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