4 July 2012

Don't need a pen and paper No pencil, ink or quill, I just lay down on my bed And let ideas fill

Then I get that sudden feeling Like a fish at the end of a rod, And after a amount of searching, I pull out my iPod

I scroll through many apps, Until I reach my destination, And once I tap that compose button, I let out my inside oppussian,

Before I know it, My words start to rhyme, And why the rush! I have lots of time

Then I tap Post, And let my followers look At the words which I hope soon, Will be bound in an old leather book

Then I think of another, Thoughts run up my spine, As I think of a horror, With this little brain of mine

A girl walking through a dark alley, No! Through the woods, Until my story contains such as, Shadows and Murderers in hoods,

Then my followers feast, On my words, And I know most of them, Are on a different side of the world,

But we all come together, This little crowd of us, And make ' Beautiful Words' We now call Opuss x x x

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