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Irish "Now I'm hunched over a typewriter / I guess you'd call that painting in a cave. / And there's a word I can't remember, / And a feeling I cannot escape. / / And now my ashtray's overflowing / I'm still staring at a clean white page / Oh, and morning's at my window / And she is sending me to bed again" / -C.O.