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WRITER'S BLOCK
Why can't I sit and write a poem,
Just any old time that I please?
Why is it the words simply can't be found,
When it should be such a breeze.
I have been writing for such a long time,
So I guess this is writers block?
With no words running through my head,
I just sit and watch the clock.
A minute goes by and I get the word I,
That sure doesn't seem like a start.
I call my friends and complain to them,
And they say just write from your heart.
Don't they know how hard that can be,
Trying to write words that flow?
When nothing comes but a single word,
And not even a good one, you know.
As the hours tick by I'm peeved at it all,
It's time to be put on the shelf.
My heart and head are silent I guess,
I can't even talk to myself.
So I guess it's time to put it away,
And go ahead and make merry.
In hopes I'll find it finished someday,
By a kindly elf or fairy.
~Sonja
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