The Thrill
To write down a word gives me such a rush
and when read aloud makes the audience hush
I write for pleasure for the release of my pain
what I write is treasure under my own name
When something needs a voice i am given the choice
Respond or mearly sit back
I pick up a pen or i push down a key
But you asked why i write
now you can answer me
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