poets,
fiction writers,
who wake
up in the middle of the night
and wish
that they'd written
a line or two,
differently,
something that would
fit better,
shed more light on the topic
at hand.
they'd go into
book stores
the next morning,
searching out their
published works,
and with a black pen,
open copies of their books
and rewrite,
crossing out the old words,
with new ones.
how wonderful
it would be if we could
do the same thing
with our life.
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