Do You Know Why I Have Not Done My Best Poem?

Places void of paper and pen

When bathing in my bathroom
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Making love in my room or hotel

Or down the lonely road

Where rain's beating my soul

From head to toes

Or sickness freezing me to sickbed

Is when my best inspirations appear

Sixteen thousand different ones at once
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I cant even cram them.

Samuel C. Enunwa aka samueldpoetry

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