When that fuzzy feeling

Strikes me late at night

And that urge within me

Takes up my pen to write

I know my soft bed beckons

To stretch out in the buff

Feel cool cotton sheet slide

Lay head on pillow fluff

But my fingers itch

To write across the page

Use an alphabet of words

To escape my inner cage

So I grab a tablet

And find an empty page

And my pen's head scribbles

Easing creative rage

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