June 2, 2009
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I fold the piece of paper up
and put it in my pocket
Knowing there is no words on it
Flicking the volume on my computer up and down
Trying to find inspiration everywhere
I am not a poet
I don't understand poetry
i can't make the words rhyme
Or the sentences flow
Figurative Language is foreign to me
I sit for hours at a time thinking of poetry
Trying to piece together the magic that never happends

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