RHYMEORAMA  

  
                            Each day when I invoke the Muse,
                            Beseeching her for juicy clues,
                            For hints my nascent verse might use,
                            Some novel topic to peruse,
                            A headline from the daily new
                            Or subjects seen from different views—
                            Eventually a verse ensues
                            Which, if like this, will make you snooze.

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