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 When the day stays a dreary gunmetal gray
and your mind is the blankest of slates,
how do you call upon the muse?

Do you doodle? Or savor the broth as you slurp a long and winding cup of curly instant noodles?

Do you tap a sleeping maple tree, waiting for sweet syrup to

drip

          or don an aluminum foil helmet and SiGNaL ThE MoTheR ShIP

Do you watch the dust motes dance,
drop into a trance,
and welcome in
each beautiful blank-page chance?

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