Topic: Writer's block | |
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When the urge to write poems comes on me
I sit,and my thoughts drift away, While I stare at a blank sheet of paper And find that I've nothing to say. |
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walk around a bit or get the blood pumping mildly some way or another aerobically, then sit back down and words may flow better, i've found...
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