They sat around the table
Brains running round and round,
Words flowing, synonyms lost,
As debates raged on and on...
Pages laid waste,
Ink almost running dry
No cellphones blared
And laptops almost died...
The desk groaned
Chairs squeaked and squirmed,
Windows fluttered
Lights almost shutting off...
Scribbles and Sketches,
Stories and poems formed,
The company slept on and on
As here an artist was born..
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