We are getting to the end, and today I was worried. I had no idea what I was going to write about. Nothing was becoming an inspiration, a muse, an idea, a slice.
Then I remembered I had not used one of my I-really-don't-have-anything-to-write-about-so-I-will-write-a-spine-poem slice.
I quickly searched through my box of books beside my bed, arranged, and rearranged until this "masterpiece" was created...and my slice was written!
The book thief
between the lines...