Process of Writing

March 11, 2010
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Oh thy writing instrument in my hand
With the white erasor sitting on top
With it I shall write poems that cross lands
The poems that will make people's heads pop
As I start to click the top lead comes out
I think about what I should write about
I get a piece of paper from my pad
My writer's block begins to get me mad
I ponder about a writing topic
Suddenly my pencil begins to fly
I finish and put it in my pocket
It would seem as though I bid you goodbye
But worry not for you shall not forget
Since this is the first time that we have met

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