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This is a short poem about writer's block. |
| I sit at a desk, on a wooden chair The desk is littered with fallen hair That I've torn out in a fit of despair At writer's block A sheet of paper lies on the desk Seeming to say that I've failed its test Oh, I wish it could see me at my best Without writer's block I try to write again and again But the words will not flow from my pen I've given this a dozen tries, times ten To overcome writer's block Maybe one day I'll be able to write These words will get out, and I'll feel so light Maybe some day, but, not tonight I've got writer's block |