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Writing
Contributed by
Daggers
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Thursday, 29th April 2010 @ 04:29:53 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Straining and tugging
the mind works on
like a train of ants
or the early dawn song
set to work, off to work
I don't know why I go
it's only words I work
why are they words of hurt?
When i am gone
will my words still live
Iike my Heros words did
here's all I can give
Unless there I learn
from a text book I buy
to copy a style
to copy a style dry
so I'll let my soul churn
let it feed on these words
routinely it pours
like the early dawn birds
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2010-04-29 16:29:53]
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Re: Writing
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by JakerBaker88 on
Friday, 30th April 2010 @ 08:55:25 AM AEST
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| You've managed to describe a writer's plight as well as our struggle and wonder at writing. Thank you for this enjoyable read. Take care. |
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