Write.
Write more.
Write even more.
Write even more than that.
Write when you don't want to.
Write when you do.
Write when you have something to say.
Write when you don't.
Write everyday.
Keep writing.
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So I did.
I wrote this poem, just now.
It rhymes, I'm pretty surprised.
Kind of a big blend of a lot of things
rolling around in my head.
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Orange - Tangerine,
a colour too loud not to be seen.
Stark and unforgiving,
some people almost make a living
just trying to think of a rhyme.
If only I had the time,
I'd try.
But too busy am I,
wasting dreams on decorated apple pie,
baked and sugared in another kitchen,
But not even for the food, just a person really itchin'
to be met.
Or just set,
with enough time for us to talk.
And I wish we could take a lazy walk,
across a distant ocean shore.
But I'd surely be too much of a bore.
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Thinking about entering it in the annual student summer writing contest hosted by the library.
Not sure yet, since I'll probably be writing more.
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