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Oh Notepad
It's here
I dump my thoughtful odes
The words unchecked
As brain downloads
This snow white
Electric paper faux
Is where my heart-felt
Ravings go
I tap, delete
I type and scroll
Construct a rhyme
Pithy and droll
The black on ivory
Stark and crude
To deeper feelings
Will allude
So as this self
Effacing track
Develops with it's
Clicky clack
I meditate
On all before
Invite them in
As if by door
To life and love
To hope and loss
To friendships, new
To birth or cross
With thankful heart
And no disdane
For poet's muse
Doth still remain
Copyright ©
Sam Scott
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