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Writer's Block |
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Writer's Block |
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The page pure as
snow I’m ready to go For my brain to flow But oh! A block! Yes, a block It came in a flock Nestled in the lock And set my mind to know. The pencils are set The windows are wet With the rain, I bet And my mind races to and fro My mind at a gaze My eyes all a glaze My soul in a maze And still I wonder, oh. My fingers are still My mouth remains ill My aura in a pill And my thoughts set in woe. I dare not to think That I’ve run out of ink All thoughts down the drink And still I tremble, oh. What shall happen to me I won’t wait and see How life shall be If a writer’s block sets it’s foe. But who would have thunk That I’d clean out the gunk And type out a hunk Of gold, I wouldn’t know But I’ve beat it for good Like all writers should I knew I could The block, I’ve beaten, Oh! |
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