There is a girl
Sitting at a desk
Trying to figure out
What to write next
Her mind is blank
She's wondering why
She can't write for anything
Not even her life
Ideas come to mine
To make their case
To be shot down
Then drift away
An idea sticks
She thinks it could work
A poem about a girl
Writing a poem about her
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