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I sit here just thinking
Of something I could write
I'm in the mood to
I'm, for some reason, drawing a blank

Theres a million things there
In my mind, "there" that is
But none of which
I feel interested in NOW

"Just pick one" you say
"Hey, I'm the one writing." says I
"Just trying to help out" you say
"I know, sorry I got mad" says I

No matter what the poem's about
I'll still choose a titel, but how?
I know, the next word I hear said
That will be the title to this one

I know it won't have anything to do
With the subject matter presented
But again, I'm the one writing here
So get off my back, alright!!

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