At times the flow of words can slow me down
Words among my thoughts, all twirling round
A cyclone, whipping up the rhyme at first
A hurricane, developing from verse
Somewhere among the debris in my head
The emphasis is lost, my mind goes dead
Writers block sets in, the storm grows more
I fear my words will wash up on a shore
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