I have this problem within the lines I see,
the cost of letters and my insanity.
Spelling the mistakes and words misused,
I'm paused, misplaced, and I'm confused.
Now I'm blocked I am from its sight,
pen in hand with no words to write.
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Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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Have been there frequently and feel its weight. Here a few lines in good rhyme tell it all when the muse takes vacation. A fave
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