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Jul 2014
I am the poet of which they speak,
I haven't written in over a week.
Maybe i have poet's block.
Maybe i should give my fingers the chop.
Maybe my brain is tired or is it my pen?,
Maybe my poet's creativity has left my head.
But creativity never dies it just goes on and on like an infinite circle.
Stories and poems are each the different musings for,
Different poet's for different reasons.

Written 22nd July 2014 By Kelly O'Hara
Written by
Kelly O'hara  Scarborough
(Scarborough)   
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