Describe the new page here.

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 The new page! The frosty powder misting gently over untracked hummocks of null-semantic blankness,
 A magic white squareness where just a moment ago there was, what, nothing Ward-thankless?
 Where was this page before I clicked it?
 When it's deleted, where have you flicked it?
 What am I doing here? What shall I write?
 Oh dear, another pile of doggerel and shite.

 ''An empty page, the tabula rasa,''
 ''Glinting white like snow in Lhasa;''
 ''Lack of words leads hearts to sinking.''
 ''Sally forth, while cursor's blinking!''

Plainly in the tradition of the FilkSong, I guess these are WilkSongs ...