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I had an idea for a story last night,
Another one I'll likely never write,
Not as those who know me might expect
Of kings and castles and jesters' merriment
But of mundane things, of the everyday.
And what is more, I began to play
With images. I add the story to
The list of things I need someday to do,
Which list grows longer with each passing week.
I labor long and in so doing seek
A way to clear the list of what I write
Upon it, tasks to fill both day and night.
Yet ever turns my mind to some new deed
I tell myself I'll do, and seldom heed.