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"What's the word?"

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How? 
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Stop and start. Start and stop.
Brain is locked; Ideas are blank.
Words won't flow; Soul won't sing.
Inadequate in everything.

"She's an angel," I say
These gross hands are just blocks.
I need a fine razor,
I have only an axe.

She is precious and fine,
And I'm just a clutz,
She's such a great treasure,
My crate just won't do.

A princess at the ball,
Me, the court jester,
Her grace pulling all eyes,
me just the laughter.

She is brilliant; so smart,
I mutter my words.
She gives oratory
I remain mute.

With clumsy words and silly hat,
Ugly boxes and primitive tools,
How do you say, 
"My last puzzle piece,
I love you?"

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Written by Nox
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