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Does not the writer
Scour the forest of his or her mind
In search of a perfect word?
The pen prowls the columns of information
Is writing a hunt?
Surely poetry does not withhold a sweaty competition?
A fight, perhaps, in words
As the sunlight sinks into the depth of night
The hunter becomes the hunted.





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