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This poem is to show where writing can take you. |
| The Author Of all the jobs I’ll ever do Writing is the talent That brings me all I want it to And be happy with the time I spent If I want to live with riches With Prince Charming in a fairy tale Or if I want to live with the witches And all my life live so well If I want to star in a play Or solve a murder Or I may want to lay Under a blanket of fur I can sing as a dove And dance with fame I may find my truest love Or be a biker dame I can do all this From in front of my computer screen With my words I can give a kiss To a prince, or I can be a queen So tonight I may be a living dead As I read the words around a camper’s flame Living in the ocean’s bed But tomorrow I may not be the same Well I come back To my world sometimes To a house that’s packed To a little girl, and two boys of mine And tell them Of all they can do If they friends with their pin And they can write their lives too By Ida Matilda Wright 11/05/07 |