Free writing
Boy my writing is pale stale tonight
Despite this still it gives me delight
What is it about selecting a phrase
That keeps me preoccupied for days
Is it the hope to craft and create
Something new despite old ways
To fondle fuchsia ideas into new
Tasteful thoughts of teal and blue
In a writer's block you’ll find
A new idea in the darkest mind
A blank canvas like an empty page
Will soon bloom with creative space
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