Oh, to be in writing,
finding food to feed my soul.
Nothing so exciting,
as a proper writing role.
I care not what about,
words would pour upon the page.
I don’t have any doubt,
my readers would engage.
My keyboard ever tapping,
more titles on the shelf.
There’d be no time for napping.
I’d have to pinch myself.
My workrate never dropping,
until the next deadline is hit.
My typing never stopping,
’til I’m sure I have a hit.
My message to you readers,
is to give this man a chance.
To join those rare succeeders,
and earn my first advance.
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