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This is how I often feel with my poetry. Stuck. And never without a thesaurus.
Submitted:May 7, 2012 Reads: 9 Comments: 1 Likes: 0
Poetry doesn’t come easily for you,
Does it?
I see you sitting there
Your face scrunched up
Struggling to find the right words
Knuckles white
Thesaurus pages well used,
Even torn,
And pasted on your wall
With sticky tack.
It’s something that would make
Even your dictionary
Feel envious.
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