I sit silently like a unlit fuse
Waiting patiently for the muse
Staring vaguely at a sheet
Sitting forever in my seat
The paper full of nothing but white
Waiting for someone to give it life
The blue lines run endlessly
Just like our history
Countless reforms of our nation
From Columbus to the Declaration
But my paper still blank
Will sit here even if the Titanic sank
As my mind wonders away from my pen,
The class comes to an end
I grab my bag and run out the door
Leaving the blank paper on the floor
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