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Tell me, is it a curse or a blessing The workings of a creative mind?Born with a wealth of ideas But bound in a period of time.
Enthusiasm rises exalted, Thoughts and concentration sink deep,Troubles fade in the back ground With a mind too active to sleep.
Life never seems to get boring, For those who build and find,A jumble of thought to be anchored, In the sanctum of a creative mind.
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