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Yesterday I wrote the opening verse

For Oh Hastings with consummate ease.

It flowed as if the synical and terse

Ideas had pre-existed, just the need

To set them down, fall naturally in place.

This morning's something else, for I am faced

Again with a blank and empty page;

Yet flicking back I cannot but accept

That over the last three months I've written

Poem after poem, as if my life

Were nothing but a reason to create,

Setting all the best of me replete

          And empty pages, frightening at first,

         Are just another reason to write verse.

Brian Hick April 2011

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