A poem a day,

Keeps the writer’s block at bay,

It often helps to sway,

The muse who lights the way.

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It helps to lock away the sorrow,

Even beyond the morrow,

My heart is light as a sparrow,

And flies true like an arrow.

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It lights up like a fire,

That can burn away the ire,

Singing a song as sweet as a lyre,

That can lead me through the brier.

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In the end the battle will be won,

As I stand beneath the sun.

Finally! A poem that’s not super depressing. XD