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Nibs
you needn't be famous
to put down your story
the written word only
enhances your glory
my memoirs are done
inspiration has run dry
only a pile of nibs is left
an ink blot mars my tie
its quite a work of art
though I say so myself
my sober chapters will
enhance many a shelf
its been a strange life
u-turns and blind alleys
an excess of aspirat...
Friday 14th May 2021 10:12 am
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