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It was some years ago. I awoke in the early morning in a state of restlessness or quasi restlessness. Something needed to be expressed. The first line of a poem. And then another. And soon I had a poem. And now, many years later. Hundreds of poems largely unbidden and writing despite fading vision, I look back pleased at what I have done and wanting ever to do more.