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Writer’s Block. This should be easy; Right?
Sadly we’re all authors’ burdened with this plight
An astonishingly blank-page deemed a bewildering sight
In the presence besides their nerve-grating mental fight
Eventually light shines through clouds forked amidst lightning and thunder
Driven towards a rolling storm thorn while the body, soul and mind are torn
Asunder of the tangled woven threads of thought of inkblots dripped and sworn.
Grabbing a pen you’ve a becoming grin as the words come pouring; inspirational clout
The war is not over though the battle is won, sadly there is lingering doubt
Except no paper is left to use as of late, a tedious setback with no time to waste
So go to the store purchase more gaining entrance to author’s paradise aced
Utilize implements in your hand with it accomplish this long awaited feat
For pen and paper grants you words to meet.