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Of Nothing

What a task A writer's bind To reminisce Unwind, To find a write Of worthy theme Alas, nothing Past and now Of idle thoughts, A writer's dread, Words are lost Mere blather Of nothing, So, back to bed

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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