Mere moments after lying down and turning off the light.
Determined to recall each word, 'til morning came again
I made a mental note instead of noting with a pen!
A scream awoke me later on, that was, in fact, my own
Because those words had disappeared, my perfect poem, flown
Away into oblivion, my inspiration gone.
And so, without a single verse, I faced encroaching dawn.
Those great ideas can occur at any time of day
Especially the dead of night. Don't let them get away!
A simple pad of paper and a writing implement
Will hold that thought until the morn. It's worth the effort spent.
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