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Writer's Block
You know what I hate about writer’s block,
How my creativity is hidden behind a lock;
Time ticks away as I stare at my screen,
My heart beating faster from the strain of caffeine;
The cursor flashing lulls me to doze,
Til a fly lands smack on the tip of my nose;
I swing at the fly and glance at the clock,
How did 10 AM turn into 5 O’clock;
I stand and I stretch and then walk away,
And say goodbye to another wasted day;
Maybe tomorrow will inspire my brain,
Or I could be slowly going insane…
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