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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Today as I sat down to write something, I ended up conjuring nothing. No thoughts came to stir up my brain, And no topic I found save my strain. The urge to write had grown into a fad, And I felt I was growing altogether mad. I was plagued by a fiery fancy to express, And a tormenting desire unable to suppress. With a mental state somewhat fierce, I climbed up and down the stairs. I stood upside down and raked my head, So that a little poem, into it would be fed. Feeling dizzy, I stood suddenly upright. But on my head hung a heavy weight. I poured some water over my head, But knew my fever hadn’t fled. Madly pacing across the room, I tripped and fell down on a broom. Rising, I screamed with all my might, Making the household ring in fright. ‘What the hell is it?’ I did shout, And wriggled in pain as from gout. In mad frenzy, I ran round the house. No one knew the reason for my fuss. Soon it dawned on me that I need to be relaxed, For I was far more than stressed. So, I sat down and closed my eyes Thinking, attempting to squeeze out a poem is unwise. I don’t know how long I sat in meditation, On waking up I got a fresh direction. From the grip of an entangling rigor, I restored my sanity and vigor. At dawn, on my desk I sat with a clear head. My senses were alert and my brain, no more dead. Ink freely spilled down and on fancy’s wings I flew. Forgot how I had sat the other day without even a clue!
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