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I know it's lame
I write until I'm almost blind
I rack my mind
I sit, and I read
I'm sure there are other words I need
I glance at the time
I know I should stop, and dine
I write an erase
And, then I lose my place
I try to write something new
I'm way over due
Once again I commence
I know this poem doesn't make any sense
I try to tell myself it is fine
But, I know it's not worth a dime