Write two lines every day 


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Turn on the tap
Write more poetry, don't be a sap
It's just like turning on a water tap;
The water flows and your writer's block goes,
Then rhymes that you wrote
Will be your best friends, I suppose

So don't be a goose,
Just cultivate your muse,
Please let it loose or it will bolt like a moose,
With your worries on your brow,
Unfurrowed by the hour,
Only you can call a truce,
Or your day will slowly turn to puce;

Js

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