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In our home lives a monkey called Russ
who is expert at kicking a fuss. Because I’m his mom, I attempt to stay calm - though I’d rather throw tantrums & cuss! In my head are ideas burning bright and inside I am itching to write; but my boy will not sleep, my frustration runs deep. So can somebody put out his light? The moment my monkey-boy’s down, sleeping nice with a monkey-boy frown, the computer’s online and creative time’s mine to go after the Writer’s Cramp crown!
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