A blank page a blank mind
Finding the right words seems a drag
So I'll just drag on this song
Until it's far too long
And I have to stop without doing a lot
It's unhelpful to have to have a title
When I haven't written any
And it's never going anywhere
Because it's so stupid and it's probably
Something everyone else has done before.

The obligitory poem about being unable to write a poem at that time. (This is actually the second of those in this collection, and it started this sorting session in a folder called 'rubbish'. I apologise for wasting your time with it.)
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