I sit there with a mind as blank as

an empty page,

When suddenly my pen springs up

and does a little dance

As words magically start to appear on

my page

I sit there with a mouth wide open.

Then the pen stops and lays down on the table.

I read through thinking this poem is pure gold!

Feeling confident, I walk up to sir

to ask if I can read it out.

He said 'Ok'

But as I was about to read out the words,

They started to disappear.

Was it all just a dream ?

Was it all just a dream?

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