Block I'm staring at the page And it's blank on white, My inspiration is playing Somewhere else tonight, The words should be off the blocks Like they're running a race, But any rebound off the page Slowing the pace, Which is all reminiscent of Something I saw, That seems to remind me Of nothing at all, So I'm sitting here waiting For some kind of action, But get no satisfaction When nothing at all happens.
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