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POETRY MACHINE
I went to bed over an hour ago.
No caffeine today.
Coffee maker turned off.
No sounds keeping me up.
Music was off.
TV and computer gone.
I grabbed some paper and started writing
Till my arm got tired
Of reaching around my guts.
I could not turn the pen off.
I could not turn the paper off.
I could not turn the poet off.