Pencil tapping, lips trembling, my mind is blank
I reach into the very corners of my ideas
And pull
And pull
And pull
Nothing.
Frustrated, I decide to try again
And pull
And pull
And pull
Nothing.
Except a 12-line poem.
I reach into the very corners of my ideas
And pull
And pull
And pull
Nothing.
Frustrated, I decide to try again
And pull
And pull
And pull
Nothing.
Except a 12-line poem.


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