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Distracted

done

While attempting

Poetry

at my desk one day,

fighting off the usual

bears, wolves

and other dangerous

beasts of the Internet

between

the Muse and me;

from

the teeth of twitter,

a ferociously distracting

animal,

there leapt out

Billy Collins, Poet,

speaking of Poetry.

 

Losing myself

in his

captivating flow of words

I ended

Poetically satisfied,

but also

Poetically wishing

I had not been

ambushed by

dingoes of distraction,

and had instead

written a

Poem.