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I don’t want to write a poem today.
I am tired and my eyes hurt and I’m
cranky and I’m not feeling creative
at the moment and I’m sure it will pass
and I’ll be fine and don’t worry about
a thing and every little thing is
gonna be Bob Marley and I’ll get back
into the groove tomorrow I don’t doubt
and the world won’t end and it’ll keep on
spinning and keeping on and every
other possible analogy that
I can think of but I’ll think of them all
tomorrow and not today because I
just don’t want to write a poem today.