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September 6, 2012

When creativity lags behind
As it all too frequently will
Just paste in a screed
Of whatever you find
Unconfined; itís grist for the mill!

Just fathom that mush
Ďtwixt your radar-like ears
And pluck words oh, so lush
Some fine text then appears!

Thus for those snippets
You wonít need to forage
Just dust off the tip, itís
Your iceberg of storage!

For it has been said
Of our brains heaven sent
We donít get out the lead
But just use two percent!

2 percent?
Sure, though it sounds so absurd
When 1 percent more
Means the 100th word!