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The Writer’s Block must have a fickle muse,

for never have I been wordless with Thee.

That neighborhood would not so quickly lose

their letters if they saw what I can see.

You write, with one glib glance, a thousand books,

on any subject on which you deign speak.

And if you give more than mere subtle looks,

you give loquacion’s gift to all who seek.

If any who live on the Writer’s Block

wish utterance again and visit me,

I’ll show them Thee, and they shall once more talk,

and never cease from talking more of Thee.

Dear blessèd one who wends words with an eye,

do not resettle, lest my words, too, die.