Can't Quite Write Rght

It's Sunday night,

A poem I must write

To greet her sight

and fill her with delight.

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I'm in such a plight,

don't feel quite bright.

My brain just took flight,

a poem I can't write.

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I keep trying, in spite

of living in fright,

that a poem I can't write,

which doesn't seem trite.

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And maybe that light

will again become bright,

and an idea just might

start to soar like a kite.

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A brilliant poem I will write,

from my deep insight,

and my efforts requite.

Then all will be right.