unhindered by hills, or mountains, or trees.
While some might warm you from elbows to knees,
Others latch on like a swarm of old fleas.
Tis better to save them, to write, if you please.
To cover the page with a poetic sneeze.
Whether out with bang or out with a wheeze,
Wring your thoughts out, give that old brain a squeeze.
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