WORD FLOW
There was a time when she would delight to write
Words won't chime her muse did choose to leave
Her prime concern, to learn when words will flow just right
In muddled grime her mind can't find a verse
A dime might buy a vowel, but right now she'll grieve
She has no rhyme things are blurred and to a word she's averse
It's downtime, she'll wait late for her muse to return
Meantime the choice, to await her poetic voice, then weave
her words, at bedtime her muse appears, cheers, words now churn
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There was a time when she would delight to write
Words won't chime her muse did choose to leave
Her prime concern, to learn when words will flow just right
What's worse, her mind can't find a verse
No need to disperse vowels in flight, right now she'll grieve
No rhymes to intersperse, word, blurred, and to write she's averse
It's downtime, she'll wait late for her muse to return
She'll choose, to await poetic voice, her choice, then weave
her words, no more blues, her muse appears, cheers, words now churn
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