Looking down the plothole
Dismayed by not much draft
No breezy words for many a day
Full blown ideas seem lame or daft
Amid the weight of references
That seemed to saturate my craft
When just in time retreat arrived
Offering rescue on a raft
I took a compass reading mind map
Where novel signals telegraphed
When a rainstorm on my brainstorm
Left me cruising understaffed
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