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About This Poem
APPROXIMATELY 60,000 WORDS, FIRST RIGHTS
The beginning, one drop,
Small, this novelist’s crop,
Perhaps some dialogue
or stickman characters,
A plot gasping thin air
yet a story breaths there.
Dripping now, steady,
A hero breaks molds,
Conflict is building
as suspense unfolds,
Three chapters finished.
Oh, damn the dam!
This writer’s block...
but then it ebbs,
and fresh words spill.
Pages fill...
At long last
the book’s done.
Sigh, type:
~The end~
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