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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