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Why Do You Write?
There it was on the mahogany table -
Pieces of me scribbled on faded yellow
She called it a poem as she sipped
her coffee
I laughed and said it was pretty
crappy to...
There it was on the mahogany table -
Pieces of me scribbled on faded yellow
She called it a poem as she sipped
her coffee
I laughed and said it was pretty
crappy to...
