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Writer's Block

Writer's block Has finally struck I watch the clock As the hands fly No ideas Nothing in my brain So this is what happens When I don’t feel insane Writing, My one joy Has left for now I hope I’m merely toying with myself Because oh how sad I will be If I permanently place My writing on the shelf

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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