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The day starts with coffee and cigarettes
Whenever I rise; morning, noon, or night Stumble to the pot, hoping it is still hot Only then can I begin to write again Sit at my keyboard, or with pad and pen My mind is blank as I think what to write This my gift as a literary slut Dare I: fiction, nonfiction, poem or prose Style, Form, Content, Slant and Theme - I swear This only part of what a writer dare Balance, proportion and pace - add disgrace God, Grant me grace to succeed in this chase
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