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My Inner Voice

Magnified by a conscious thought,

That presses to be announced.

Here in the little theatre of words,

I give substance to its prodding.

There is evidence that is valid

By its insistence to be introduced.

For without these interruptions,

I may never write a word of prose.

At least that is what I hear lately,

When I don’t listen to its prattle.

Be I the numbskull that I am, I fear

They will agree whole-heartedly.

Now that I have given them an audience,

I shall retire for the night in satisfied slumber.

Looking forward to a new day of more

Annoyance from my inner voice subdued.