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Someone asked me to write them a poem, and I just couldn't think of anything at all. Eventually, I just started writing some nonesense and this came out:
I’m having trouble writing this.
I must have lost my touch.
It used to be so easy for me.
Now it’s just too much.
It wasn’t hard before.
I’m so confused now.
Where’s all my inspiration?
I’m beginning to wonder how?
It’s gone for good, he exclaimed.
Never again, will I write.
This poetry thing is over.
I’ve lost this fight.
What’s wrong with me now?
This is going nowhere fast.
I guess I better just quit.
This poem will be my last.
Wait, he thought, what’s this?
I’m working on my fifth paragraph.
I might be getting back.
I think I’m back on…AWWWW CRUD!!
What rhymes with paragraph?
Polygraph?
No good, I give up.
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