Saturday, November 5, 2011

Writer's Block

Sometimes, as I sit,
the words, they just flow.
And why, they all fit,
the muse, only knows.

But some, of the time,
I'll sit, oh so still,
no words, and no rhyme,
nothing, nada zil.

What then, do I do,
when I've-

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