They entered my mind at four a.m.
An hour past their usual witching hour.
Adjectives arrived first.
Dashing, sparkly, dimpled, dynamic, melodious, mercurial.
By five I have created six poems.
Adverbs are still dancing in my head
Begging for poem numbers seven and eight.
Cautiously, flippantly, studiously, meticulously, joyously.
Hey! What about a monorhyme?
Maybe one, but another time.
On a roll of a silver...
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