Minds of Our Own
I scribble this thought in an ode,
Writers' minds have minds of our own,
Our Muse does oft overflow,
Unless there's writers' block, you know,
Fiction people come to life,
We create their joy or strife,
Or do they invent their own?
Is fiction a world to compose,
Or do our minds have minds of their own?
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