When the bell for Poetry rings.

When the bell for Poetry rings.

When the bell for Poetry rings,

many things happen;

one of which,

is… that I, start to itch;

to grab a pen, I must;

brush off the dust

from my exercise book,

take a look around to see

if the coast is clear,

and hear the words

that are poised to flow…

the words from near

and far fly in

and land within my head;

“Gosh! Such words!” I say;

and so on, until the process goes to bed.

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