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Writer's Block

I got up this morning and thought I would write
A sonnet most wonderful, cheerful and bright,
But as I sat thinking of what I'd compose,
My thoughts were all scrambled; my brain simply froze.
It seems that my muses all chose to conspire,
And my clever ideas got stuck in the mire.
My rhymes were all stupid, my rhythm was shot,
And my poem was utterly lacking in plot.
I despise writer's block with a passionate hate -
For a writer like me it's the most horrid fate.
If my muses are dead, and they can't be revived,
Then it feels like the end of the world has arrived.

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