Styling Writing

May 15, 2009
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Starting out with brainstorming,
pen touches the paper with no words forming.
Clueless to what is showing,
interpret to your knowing.

Poems produced, ready for presenting,
mines not done, what is lacking.
Ideas from others is absorbing,
in my head, poetry is growing.

Time is slowly passing,
my lightbulb continually flashing.
I got it, my mind finally relaxing.

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