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Aug 2014
I got writers block.
I got writers block
I can't write no more poems tonight.
The pen just can't flow
For what words might be poor.
I go to bed to think some more.
Writers block just got me beat.
In my brain, I am drained.
I think this poem really stinks
For I got writers block.
Written by
Harold r Hunt Sr  union sc
(union sc)   
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