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What will it be today, Scribbler?
Perhaps a sonnet or psalm
Something radiating beauty and calm
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Do you think you stand a chance against the rest?
You just might be able to pass the test
I can hear your gears turning as you toil
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Can you give us a line or two?
Show us what to expect from someone like you
I’ve given you the floor, I have given the queue
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I’d rather hold off, if it’s all the same to you
It’s a work in progress
Why must you seek to oppress?
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Scribbler, we wait with bated breath
Produce it now or face your death
Surely, motivation enough — No?
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To rush creativity is a grievous sin
You cannot will life into my pen
Your threats are lost on me, I fear them not
There is a secret in every scribbler’s soul
Their burden of purpose weighs heavy, it takes a toll
Nevertheless, write they must
Scribblers write for all of us!
You Lil Dickens 
Made me thing of Bartleby, but then I remembered he was a scrivener, not a scribbler, and he preferred not to do either. He did not produce, faced death and died. No amount scriving or scribbling or lack thereof could save him. “Ah Bartleby! Ah humanity!”
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It is official. You are one of the coolest people on earth! 😉
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I think that is a bit exagerated. But I’m so honored you think so. From the Antichrist to the coolest person on earth is like totally epic.
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😉
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A lovely sentiment to put the poet in me at ease! Love the rhyming and flow!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Come and Enjoy this!!!
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left in runes
coz the tunes rock their roll
and it took it s toll
yule fule
any body kno dat
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