I can't write because the paper's too small.
I can't write because the paper's too white.
I can't write because I'm too white.
I can't write because I'm depressed
I can't write because I'm not depressed.
I can't write because my coffee's too cold
and my watch doesn't work and my plants
need to be watered
(I made that up - I don't have any plants).
I can't write because I have nothing to say.
I can't write because I might say something
I don't want to hear.
I can't write because Bill Clinton is president
and I'm not.
I can't write because I moved
from Denver to San Francisco
then left San Francisco to live in New York.
I can't write because I live in New York.
I can't write because the moon is void,
of course.

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