Dearth of Rhyme
The hour is late
I long to write
Thoughts are few
A long empty night
Over taxed mind
A writer's wage
My head is empty
On a yearning page
Perhaps, tomorrow
Gone, dearth of rhyme
As bard within
Urges spirits climb
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