Paper never looked so white.
Where are the words I want to write?
Are they stuck here in an eager pen,
Will waiting pages remain blank again?
The vision of words float 'round an 'round.
Why can't I seem to write them down.
The ink spills, adding to my frustration.
Oh my, the shock the devastation.
At last, something to write about.
My mind leaps ahead, begins to shout.
Pages are no longer blank.
I have that spilled ink to thank.
So I give to you these words to keep.
It's midnight now and I must sleep.
Twenty six letters in the alphabet.
Look at all the words I can get.
an eager pen
the vision of words
the ink spills
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