209 (18.02.2015)

Now I am writing a sonnet a day
But sometimes don't really know what to write
Yet even then I do it anyway
And I don't worry if words don't take flight 
Or if they don't land just the way they should.
So I just write words down and then I trust
That something in me will make something good
That shows a little passion and some lust.
So I write down these word day in day out
And try to think of things I'd like to say
And often I don't know what it's about 
Until I look at it another day.
But maybe I should stop if it's too tough,
I don't want to get by on just enough.

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