Poem by Benjamin of The Wax Collection.

I write about a song a day.

Most of them I throw away.

It’s hard to know which ones to play.

Boy, I must have a lot to say. 

I don’t know.

You can write anything can’t you?

Doesn’t need to rhyme.

Doesn’t have to be true.

With a head full of ideas.

Write whatever appears.

For my fears or to my peers.

A song a day.

For the rest of my years.

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