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For Trudy Diane Rider's competition entitled  "Hopelessly devoted" (what is your passion)  
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My mind is racing as I vacate my bed
I need to grab my lap top fast as hell
What rhymes with bed? - it could be red or dead
What rhymes with hell? - perhaps a tolling bell
As my poem emerges, hope it all will gel
I wake each day with rhythm and beat, it's great
To pen it all and see it in print, can't wait.

Buzzing with feelings and words not yet agreed
Muttering syllables,  throughout the alphabet
Beating out time and meter at a high speed
When in the soup, will take any help I can get
As beautiful words can change one's whole mindset
I wake each day with rhythm and beat, it's great
To pen it all and see it in the print, can't wait.

Ballads and sonnetts, epics, Haiku's and more
Works by Keats I'll read and then I'll expand
Writing odes to doves and sea birds now ashore
In my native town, midst the sun, sea and the sand
Then I'll dream of Heaney and Joyce and Yeats - And
I'll wake each day with rhythm and beat, it's great
To pen it all and see it in print, can't wait.

It's such a buzz to finally get it out
Inking that picture captured by me alone
Reading it over there sure will be some doubt
Though magic in words that only I can own
Original, seeds that I have newly sewn
I'll wake each day with rhythm and beat, it's great
To pen it  all and see it in print, can't wait.

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