As I sit here typing away,
Thinking of poetry today,
Wondering, who else has this longing?
All day, throughout the night,
I try with all of my might,
To master this complex wonder!
Only myself, I have chided,
In my soul I have decided,
Poetry confuses and boggles the senses!
With no resolution on the horizon,
I shall run with the bison,
In the opposite direction!
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