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Here I am sitting down trying to think of what to write
It came easy to Robert Frost - I tend not to be that bright
A poets words can be so beautiful -they just flow with ease
Here I am banging my head, practically praying on my knees
For the good Lord to send me words
Words with rhythm and rhyme
Words that cause your heart to skip a beat
Words that completely stop time I could write about love or laughter or dying of old age
But that would take up too much space - I only have one page
So I guess this will have to do - writing about what to write
It came easy to Robert Frost - he tended to be that bright