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I’m thinking of nothing.
My head is empty like a garbage can.
Oh, I can’t write this poem.
Hey, look. Rumi is on the table.
Rumi, why don’t we make a poem?
He’s purring!
Awww, he is purring the poem.
I love you, Rumi.
You’re the king of gold.

Rainer Pasca
Rainer Pasca, 14
Bay Shore, NY