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Writing.


Writing.

Books.

Poetry.

These classes I take

Once each week

On Thursday Eve

Make me want 

to yell an 

"Eek!"

I look forward

and in the past,

but it seems as if 

this has always been made 

to last.

Writing has been 

and always will be

a true inspiration 

to me.

The books I read 

lead me to feed 

on my writing career;

young yet free.

These books inspire me,

hire me,

put out a fire in me

and always have

and always will.

Writing is my true skill.

A beautiful thing that gives me chills.

Books and writing inspire me, 

I wonder what I'll grow up to be...

 

 

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