A Poem On Demand
Here I sit,
Pen in hand.
Writing solely,
On demand.
What will flow,
Through the ink?
No time,
For my brain to think.
No phrase nor thought,
Runs through my head.
"Write Now!"
The contest title said.
So here I sit,
Pen in hand.
A poem,
Written on demand
(Immediately after I finished reading)
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