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Pen in hand, paper in sight,
In vain I struggle to write,
As no ideas I strike me,
And no inspiration do I see.

Oh, how much I want my pen’s ink to flow,
How much I want everyone’s mind to blow,
But curse my lazy brain,
I’m not even able to describe a sprain!!!

Time is ticking by
My pen’s ink is running dry…
Sweat trickles down my face,
And of ideas…there is still no trace.

My ears are ringing with my mother’s shout,
And my patience is all out…
I valiantly throw myself on the notepad
In a last attempt….only to succeed a tad…
With a flourish I write the headline,

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EpitomeofUbiquity said...
Feb. 21, 2014 at 8:30 pm
This piece is sublime! It is rhymed very well and ends on a perfect note! It flows smoothly from line to line and I see that despite it being about one's inability to write, you in fact had no trouble creating such a beautiful work of art.
Ramona-the-phoenix replied...
Feb. 23, 2014 at 2:52 am
THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! it feels really good when your work gets recognised, even if by a few.....thanks once again, for taking your time to read my works and comment on them!!!!!!!!
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