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My blog, where I store those thoughts rattling around my brain |
| Raydolph the red-nosed writer, Liked to make some shiny prose. But if you ever read it, You would say it makes you doze. All of the other writers, thought his talent was a shame. They never thought he'd make it, or get a decent chance at fame. Then one dreary Christmas Eve, Krampus came to say: "Raydolph with your twisted spite Won't you craft some dark delight?" Then how his fingers glided - dancing over laptop keys. Grinning like a wicked devil, For horror stories were a breeze. |