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Yellow glowing neon;
man screaming, "lion!"
Stories spun around your head,
poems lie still in your bed,
and words hung still in your head.

Dr. Inspiration upon the chair--
what a cozy office he works in.
Working with Mr. Idea,
their work's either driven mad,
driven good,
driven well, or
driven lost.

His shoes, yellow and neon,
lead to far away places.
Between pages,
in bookbinders' homes?
Between South and West,
in the green palace?
Between a cat's wide-grin teeth,
in the strange bottle?

Fear not, 'twas inspired.
Stop not! your conscience cried.
Weep not, you've nothing to hide.

Neon and yellow, his coat holds
a fifteen-petalled sunflower.
His smile contains hope.
You can visit when perseverance
fades just in time.

"Hold on, Little Fussbudget,"
Dr. Inspiration said.
"Stay inspired living."

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