Could not write a single line
no ideas to why
alas this it is non-poem
oh my oh my
So I need my cold coffee
go down 'n around
while typing and just moaning
a witch abound.
Just telling myself fly off
imaginary landscape
somewhere else
on a broom's cape
October's sure blahs
of autumn's discontent
just not in the mood
for --- hell's bent.
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