Some days I don’t feel that inspired;
Perhaps I am down or just tired.
It could be the blues
Or maybe my muse
Has gotten too old and retired.
Still, I will keep plugging away
Since there’s still quite a lot I can say.
With my pencil in hand
Words are at my command
So I’ll lasso a few to come stay.
Then I tame them and get them in line
‘Til the rhymes and the rhythms entwine.
The results that I seek,
With a tug and a tweak,
Might be what I’ll be proud to call mine.
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