She's a small voice residing in my soul
Who relentlessly wheedles, begs, cajoles
Forces me to write, when I want to play
To her I'm just a formless lump of clay
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A formless lump of clay justifies life's thrill to build soul in values in amazing sharing. Wisely penned.10