Interlocking
I'm working with intriguing form and find it quite confusing,
I hope that I have understood directions I am using.
Stopping a while to eat some food, to sharpen up my thinking,
Now staring at the empty page, with confidence fast shrinking.
I fear I have reached dreaded age where brain cells are compromised.
Five lines written, four to go, nearer than I'd realized.
Creative thoughts are running slow, it's time to start our dinner.
Though this has been a lot of fun I fear it's not a winner.
Never-the-less I deem it done and go on to other duties.
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