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This started out as an experiment

Write a few things down

See what happens

Have a few drinks

Tell a few people

Walk around town


with my chest out,

and my boots on,

I’d brag about being a poet

I’d claim to be a writer

Pretty much,

just to

get the attention

of one


What am I now?

A little later in life

Still writing stuff down

Still claiming to be some writer

I just have a blog

That not a lot of people read

Well it’s something,

isn’t it?

Isn’t it?


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