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The blank page stared back at
me, Her pencil tapped, her mind a blur, A dreaded task, the clock’s decree. “Write from the heart!” said teacher, with glee, But hunger struck, her thoughts unsure, The blank page stared back at me. The chocolate cake disaster, you see, Her stomach growled, her thoughts were pure, A dreaded task, the clock’s decree. “Roses are red, violets, to be,” She scribbled quickly, a rhyme to cure, The blank page stared back at me. Baking gone wrong, a gooey boulli, Her week in chaos, a comedic tour, A dreaded task, the clock’s decree. Her brother laughed, “A poem’s plea!” “Perfect!” Emily said, unsure, The blank page stared back at me. The next day, her teacher did see, A poem born from life’s allure, A dreaded task, the clock’s decree, The blank page stared back at me. |