DribbleToo much time has passedAnd that magic spark is goneI deny it, retry it, rework it, rewrite itBut I feel no more passion for this decaying thingDo I keep desperately beatingThis poor festering dead horseIn hopes inspiration will eventually leakFrom its cold limp corpse?Ive tried CPR on several occasionsIve even tried the Pet SemataryIve dug it up a hundred timesExpecting it to spring to lifeIt doesnt. So I ruefully bury it again.So now do I start anew and fresh?Abandon that figment as real as my flesh?Did I birth it, and feed it, love itAnd now leave itin a moldy dumpster like an unwan
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