Inspiration At 3
Why does inspiration strike
at the oddest of times?
Why at three in the morning
do I start thinking in rhymes?
My best inspiration
comes just before dawn
and I scribble away
while I stifle a yawn
Can't leave it until later
the thoughts will have past
must get it on paper
while the moment does last
Sometimes it's a line
just a sentence or so
but I have to stay with it
when the ink starts to flow
Now I'm not complaining
that my muse takes a hand
just that it's three in the morning
is what I can't stand!
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