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Writing dot com is such a delight.
I'm on it all day and most of the night. Sleep? HAH! Who needs it? I say at midnight, Then back in the morning at my desk I alight. Excitement runs rampant when I get a review. And then I'll get email with a gift point or two. I read and review lots of stories, it's true. Sometimes I even nit-pick until I turn blue. I used to be content with only a tome. Now I sit at my desk like a silly yard gnome. All over this site I constantly roam. For I've found myself a comfy new home. So WDC, you are my new toy, From which I derive a boatload of joy.
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