I was told to stop writing poetry and to finish at least one of my stoies/short stories. When I proffessed my inability to complete such a task I was then told to write a poem about it. This I did with great enjoyment.
Half formulated-
parially digested.
Almost,
but not quite…
Near Completion.
Ideas come:
Epic Battles.
Tragic Love.
Enemies. Heros.
Terrible Dragons.
Ideas die,
left on perminate strike.
Half formulated-
partially digested.
Almost,
but not quite…
Near Completion.
Nope total typo!!!!!!!! Good ole smart phone with out spell check. And me not paying attention!!!! 
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