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A Writer

I’m not a writer
The proof is right there
Can’t write a nail-biter
Good enough to share
 
My poems don’t rhyme
My stories are blah
I think its just time
I admit to my flaw
 
What I hear in my head
And what I write on the wall
Are just as I said
But not the same at all
 
So to spare readers from the pain
Of the ugly words I wrote
I’ll leave the pages for the rain
To wash away each and every note
 
I didn’t quit my day job
So very happy about that
But I will not dwell or sob
It’s time to find another hat!

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