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Sunday, 3 June 2012

The Writer

He writes.
He wrote.

He thought.
He did.


He asked
He obeyed.

The writer sat at his desk, pondering what to pen next. Then the idea struck him, a bolt of lightning to the brain.

He sat back, smiling.

"Did I just write a story about me writing a story?"
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