Musings on Writing
I’ll never be a real writer it seems
For like apple cider it doesn’t agree
With me I can’t do all the various things
The forms the charms and near rhyming
But I can do I’ll sandy say of myself
I’m persistent passionate despite how I spell
Perhaps good writers aren’t perfect as well
Perhaps they never arrive and thrive being there
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