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Writing this Rascal Poem

I can not seem to write this poem today

So many starts, my time just wastes away

I’ll laugh about this some forthcoming day

Determination’s often hard to sway

I fiddle with the meter and the rhyme

As out the window flies my precious time

To many this may seem to be a crime

But when I’m done, at last, I’ll feel sublime

Like an avid jigsaw-puzzler is confident

that 1,000 pieces will make one picture,

a poet has to have faith that a thousand thoughts

will come together as a poem.