Mine

A poem is a waste of time
just making up a silly rhyme.
Although the truth is, I have found,
that phrases follow you around.
They leave your soul mosquito bitten,
And will not rest 'til they've been written.
Pencil marks upon a page
tell a story of this age.
It's in your head, so write it down
drive the worries out of town.
Move it out and clear your head
then when you're done, just go to bed.

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