The clock is ticking, and thoughts race through the haze,
Three minutes to write, and I long to amaze.
Glancing around for something to jump at me,
Jumbled thoughts swarm; nothing I can see.
Fifty-two seconds—how fast time flies,
Now pressure mounts as my mind’s tries to be wise.
A big blank, a writer’s cramp, and still nothing clear,
But sunlight shines...
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