Chicken Scratch MasterpieceA Poem by Shelby
I sit and I write and scribble and write.
Wasting much ink and pencil lead.
Papers wrinkled and torn from a book.
Words miss-spelled and letters miss took.
I sit and I write and scribble and write.
Occasionally something good appears.
Occasionally something spectacular emerges.
Words flowing together like a river.
I sit and I write and scribble and write.
Scoring on inspiration,
Loving each line,
Knowing that each and every word is mine.
I sit and I write and scribble and write.
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