It's late at night

     and the urge to write

     distracts me from my book

I want to read

     but I need to feed

     the stew of words that cook

I find a pen

     and give into yen

     and words begin to flow

I'm so tickled

     my mind's unpickled

     spark inside starts to glow

It's been so long

     that a rhyming throng

     bubbled inside mind's crust

I smile inside

     at my wordsmith glide

     words twinkle like stardust

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