THINKING
When i
Sit
And at a
Blank page
Stare,
I know
It's time
For my
Quill
The blankness
To scratch.
With words
And lines
That rhyme
A poem
I must
Write!
On what
Will it
Be though
I don't
Really know...
I will
Think
It over
A minute
Or five...
And lo!
I have
Filled
The blank
Page
With
These
Words
And lines.
Indeed
What a
Rhyme!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
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