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Gobbling for Gobbledygook

Swallowing songs Help the hungry bluebirds sing Gulping gasps of air With nothing there but Spring Time faeries with magic wands Go backwards to bury treasure Into the grey matter of my brain Where poems are locked up like gold Only later to be discovered At the end of rainbows They go

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Date: 3/16/2025 6:04:00 PM
Benjamin, you're having fun describing the creative process. Something seems almost to come from nothing. Take care!!
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Benjamin Bartley
Date: 3/19/2025 5:01:00 PM
Thanks Duke. You nailed it on the bull's eye!

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