A writing mind may be like a flowing river;
It will be streamlined by pebbles of constructive
Criticism very smoothly, and will jump over
The big rocks of destructive criticism nicely.
Whatever the situation it may take on,
It won't think of stopping its incessant flowing.
(Composed with 12-syllable lines)
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