Poem 26, by me

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"If you don't know where you want to go, then it doesn't matter which path you take." ~ Alice in Wonderland

"Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened." ~Anonymous

The Writer

The writer sat at his desk,
His head hung in his hands,
He simply had no ideas,
Of how to write enchanted lands

He paced around his study,
Muttering nonsense words,
He stopped at his blank paper,
And tore it into thirds

He sighed and sat, defeated
No way he could write now,
His mind was simply empty,
He knew he had to write, the question was, how?

Again he grabbed a paper,
And dipped his quill in ink,
He knew that he could do this,
All he had to do was think

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