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Here's an interesting poem
...about having trouble writing a poem:
Crumbled sheets of paper litter this floor.
If actions spake as loud as words,
I'd have won your heart several times over,
writing poems only suitible to a lesser person.
Why can I not pen a single verse
that tells the story of your perfection?
These hands, they will to write,
yet the words of your beauty escape me.
My heart, it loves so very dearly,
as have several hundred clever linguists.
They emulate glory so eloquently.
Why not I?
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