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I am a writer
And ever will be
Despite all the threats
To the contrary.
I am a writer,
I had always been
Interested in words,
My chocolate sin.
I am a writer
My mind is aflame
With images plenty
Of life ne'er the same.
I am a writer
My words want to shout
No paper, no books...
Yet truth will pour out.
I am a writer
A slave to the Word,
A servant of Mind,
And a tool for Thought.
I am a writer.
I'll write 'til the Fall,
'Til my limbs are dust
And I tread Death's hall.
And ever will be
Despite all the threats
To the contrary.
I am a writer,
I had always been
Interested in words,
My chocolate sin.
I am a writer
My mind is aflame
With images plenty
Of life ne'er the same.
I am a writer
My words want to shout
No paper, no books...
Yet truth will pour out.
I am a writer
A slave to the Word,
A servant of Mind,
And a tool for Thought.
I am a writer.
I'll write 'til the Fall,
'Til my limbs are dust
And I tread Death's hall.
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