I need to write a poem,
But I am full of boredom,
Every minute passes by,
Even though I try.
I can not think of anything to write,
So I don’t feel too bright,
Guy Stewart says there is no such thing as writer’s block,
But every minute passes by as I watch the clock.
I’ve been revising my novel,
Right now it’s quite awful,
But I will never give up,
Because now I am grown up.
I used to be blinded,
Now I am high minded,
Even if publishers reject me,
There is always someone out there, who will accept me.
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