Where to Begin

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I can’t think of what to write,

There’s just too many things on my mind.

At this moment I’m not feeling too bright

And am afraid I’ll fall far behind.

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There’s Just too many things on my mind

This blank page brings me some fright

And I’m afraid I’ll fall far behind

Because Nothing inspires, nothing excites.

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This blank page brings me some fright

But To myself I must be kind.

Because Nothing inspires nothing excites

I do feel like I’m in a bind.

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To myself I must be kind

Though at this moment I’m not feeling too bright,

I do feel like I’m in a bind

I can’t think of what to write.

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(A Pantoum Poem)