Pen in my hand, I sit and plan.
But nothing comes to mind.
I think and sigh, but still my mind won't wind.
Damn, I am no wise man.

Annoyed I walk around the room.
Look up at the clock, its five till eleven.
"Come on! What rhymes with heaven?"
Frustration quickly blooms ready to consume.

Man, why did I join this class?
Oh yeah that girl named Faye.
Her smile is one of a kind as it brightness my day.
Not to mention her amazing umm. I'll pass.

I think of her as I write. All I needed was some inspiration.
Maybe help to insight some flirtation.

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