My Fingers Are Fixed
I sat in front of my computer… thinking
All along, my fingers kept surfing… walking.
Soon I landed safely on my sweet soup site;
Writing rhymes and rhapsodies all through the night
My fingers kept flipping and fumbling,
Going through poetry pages and commenting
On some passionate poems by some great members;
Oh my fingers are fixed by the contest by soup members.
My fingers now sing a sincere song,
Always minding the tempting tales of throng;
They are glued to this colorful community
Where everyone write with tenacity and alacrity
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