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Sitting at my desk
The pen is dry.
Search for another--
Ink on my fingers.
Wipe it off--
No Kleenex.

Settled again
With paper and pen.
Commotion in the living room:
Mama, mama...
Daddy playing piano.
Noise still hear
Through closed door.

Relax
Concentrate
Chew gum
Pick up pen,
But the words don't come!
Copyright 1988 by Judith E. Garling

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