Sitting and searching
Nothing to say
How will I waste
The rest of this day
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I wrote a bit
Just this morn
My pen is mighty tired
The well is dry
From which that
Good ideas are sired
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Poems are supposed to be
Love Letters (Words)
Dear Favorite Language
My poems turn out
Ink on Paper (Letters)
Characters without Character
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Floozle Zip Astound
Crack open sky
Bright staggering stripe
Human Achievement
Titanium White
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