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Somethings wrong
my thought train is
...stalled on the tracks...
in the brain forrest, my...
idea rain ...is...
in an extended drought...
my clarity of thought
...which has been fair
to partly cloudy... of late
stuck in a low...
perpetual fog...
confusion... is served in large portions
with a side order ...of doubt...
i am... stuck in a rut...
and can't see my way out...
writers ...block, has...
got my internal clock
tocking...
but it just don't
...seem to tic...
my mouth seems
to be moving...
but, i can't ...even talk...
not even ...one lick...
wait... as i walk ever further
down the road of thought...
i can barely make out
the image of a fiend...
miss foxey
stolling towards me...
immediately, sizes up
...my predicament...
seeing through, to the heart
of my apparent plight...
in a pleasing voice...
gives me a familiar, how de doo
tilts her head to the right...
straightens out my stage fright
calibrates my ego with a smile
...gotta go now...
we've got things to do...
good night!
C2
