I forgot the music as I walked today;
I instead listened to the wind in my ear play.
The on and off tapping of my slow feet
Gave me a poetic beet to meet.
I thought up a verse while on my way,
But in rarity I had nothing to write what I'd say.
I tore off home with a thump-thump and a phew.
Jogging and thinking more lines to spew.
Finally I reached home and entered with a pout;
Not a single word I thought would dare to come out.
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