the wind blows in a sinister manner
and has misaligned my creativity stars
I will not write today
the table creaks in a way
that grates my soul
I will not write today
I am yet to discover
one chore I haven't done yet
I will not write today
something somewhere is just not right
I can't point it out, so I will not write
I will not write today
for I am not anybody's favorite poet
except I have the illusion
that I was born with a gift of the gab
I will not write today
my mouse is not working
I had never thought - to my dismay
how much a mouse meant to my creativity
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