365 Poems in 365 Days: Can't Rhyme And Work

Cooking or working on something
I put two words together and
Suddenly I have four lines that sing
And writing forget the task at hand

Number 215 describes what happens when I'm in the middle of something and have some workable lines come to mind. Before this year I'd let some of them go, but I've got 365 poems to get on with so don't let a single one go.

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