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Writers Rising

Onward you go,

Onward it is,

Like two dancers in my mind.

Like smoke on the trine.

The twisting and twirling play on words.

Or do they play me?

The laughing little birds.

Pencils, and pens, and fast little clicks.

The way of the magic.

The writers bag of tricks.
Written by MrE (C. R. Powers)
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