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A writer yes, but I've not written much

These last few days and now feel out of touch

Even with my way of organising words

Into some sort of shape, where what occurs

Is more than just a pleasing way to pass

The time, and the ensuing verbal mass

Has intellectual bite as well as charm -

A hidden force to trip and to disarm.

But in the meantime I sit on the train

Traveling from Wickford to Southend

In hope that inspiration may regain

It's strength and we'll be on the mend.

For what's a poet if he cannot write

About his dearth of vision and insight?

Brian Hick Nov. 2010

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