Everything else seems much more important
And my writing mind is lying dormant
My word bus has temporarily stalled
As the bottom of my barrel is trawled
My linguistic car has run out of fuel
My Fonzie brain has lost its cool
My Frankenstein has become un scary
My milky way is intolerant to dairy
My glass is neither half empty nor half full
My door is neither push nor pull
My poetry is out of time
My diary is losing its rhyme
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