a magnificent poem my mind was creating.
electric, melodic, pure genius in the making
but i waited too long, it was done percolating
i had dreamily thought, “this one is yours for the taking;
it will keep till morning, boy it’s downright earth-shaking!”
But upon my awaking this poor heart is aching
as the lyrics start fading, rush to evaporating.
my work so painstaking, now a vain undertaking
I should mandate dictating, that goes without stating,
as there’s no compensating for a loss so frustrating!
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