sipping the savory, salitious, let me indulge
soon all my secrets will begin to divulge
i'll need to produce but first i must write
i may sound obtuse but i know that i'm right
the story must be told, there is no need to run
come, watch it unfold, as i hide from the sun
inspiration strikes when you are least ready
come hold me, you goof, i'm a little unsteady
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