A poem by Sydney Reffiet, senior English Education major
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They sit,
Idly,
Their hand
On the
Fancy quill
And the ink
Blotting the paper
Beneath it,
Waiting,
Hoping,
Yearning
For any sort
Of words
To appear
And
Make it whole
But alas,
The writer
Stares
At posters
On the wall
And the great outdoors
And plays melodies
In bulky headphones
To find
Some sort of
Solace
And comfort
In their mind,
Waiting,
Hoping,
Yearning
For the paper
To work its magic
And bring
Their ideas
To life
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