The Poem Factory
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There are those bleak days
Of cold wintery winds
When the mind is frozen
The ink flows not
The factory of poetry is on strike
Better pay demanded
Better conditions
Longer happy hours
There are also those days
When the mind can not stop
Ideas flow faster than the pen
Do you not love those glorious wonderful days
When the poem factory is open for business
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2015
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