The pain on the left knee often
forces me to kneel before it;
the Brain Fog started draining up
my memory control system;
running nose makes me run away
from the activities which I
need to sit and do; the laptop
gets startled by my sneezing sound,
the wheezing echoes on the thin
layer of my lungs; but when I
take my pen, all these will subside!
Creative mind is powerful.
(composed with 8-syllable lines)
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