Fionn McCool
Mar 2005
 Senior Member
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I’ve been struck with,
Sudden inspiration.
A passion for words,
Poetic liberation.
Writing like a madman,
‘Cause it makes me feel free.
My hand does all the writing,
Scribbling words down eagerly.
Let the writing flow,
Like blood through my veins.
My poems write themselves,
And can be quite deranged.
If my heart,
Be filled with gloom,
My characters,
Meet certain doom.
If I’m feeling,
More lighthearted,
Their lives are spared,
And their success is charted.
Through these writings,
Are how madmen vent.
From the present mood,
Characters fate is lent.
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