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Writing’s what I said

And writing’s in my head

So writing’s what I’ll do

Till I become a writer too

Maybe the words will come

Maybe I’ll just sound dumb

Not trying to start a revolution

Just would like some elocution

of the thoughts that are in my head

I hope I do this till I’m dead

And my children in their precious ways

have already counted up the days until I will be famous

I don’t deserve this life.