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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