Magnificent Me
I want to write an epic novel, my words to be conserved
my paper is plenty and my pen is ready, I will write a book of great worth.
Its been an hour and nothing yet, but the day is still quite young... I won't give up, I know I'm great, my creative mind will birth
that great classic novel, with its illustrative cover, and a story to rock the world.
Yes laugh all you want and chuckle along, my day of fame will come!
For the day I was born was a glorious day as the world with my presence I graced.
I do find it strange that I do not have friends, all my invites are declined... odd, try as I may when invited to "play" the response is always "another day"..
Imagination of course, for who could resist spending time with magnificent me?
my dynamic presence rising as en edifice, unique is what you see.
What a good thing I'm modest, not inclined to boast (though I know you would love to be me!)
Well darkness is falling and yawn I am falling asleep at my desk with my pen.
Its quite tough writing novels, I shall try again later, but for now I really must rest.
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