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At 11 P.M. My clock sternly glares at me, Reminding me that it is late And that my lamp has no business being on. I dutifully acknowledge the clock’s truth And attempt to quiet my thoughts – But I cannot! A million words loudly scream to be let loose One thousand new ideas demand to be heard. Wild with breathless excitement, I scribble and scrawl almost illegibly, Trying to contain the ceaselessly flow That has been silent for so long. I joyfully hang on for as long I’m able But Inspiration is too strong, And I, Not too disappointed, Watch as the dam breaks loose! Words spill over each other gleefully Like droplets from a waterfall. Jumping, sliding, shouting, Overflowing past the pages, Over the books, Through my trembling fingers And beyond my reach. Like water ripples, they multiple forever, Each one influence the next, Unceasing even at the horizon. 
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