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He sat cracking his knuckles Over marmalade Ignoring burned toast Cold in the rack And fixed me with That all-seeing stare The one that knew When I'd been slack Or told a lie You need to sleep...
I'd love to have a talent, One like singing or dancing too. Unfortunately mines useless, And there's nothing much I can do. I can't sing or dance, Or even paint that well.
Opussing becomes difficult. Its hard to write quality stuff all the time. I try not to post things that people won't want to read- although the one about the throne was borderline drivel.
Inspiration can come in several ways. Sometimes there's nothing for 3 or 4 days. No words or poems, no lyrics or rhymes. Though I look at my notepads hundreds of times.
Everything I write (if it is to be read by any other person) is always a re-write of a re-write of a re-write.