Where will you go,
When we are all home,
Out into the snow?
Are you all alone?
No house and no home,
No one would know.
Heart full of woe,
Nowhere to go.
Days are so slow,
And still no one knows,
What did we sow?
When will we grow?
Our lives laid low,
And still the winds blows,
Still people are cold,
Still children grow old,
Though some are still bold.
Lives bought and sold.
Stories are told,
Wars fought for gold,
And the numbers still grow,
Row after row,
But what do they show?
When nothing is known.
Soul of my soul,
Where will we go?
When no one is home,
Out into the snow?
And no one would know.
I Write, I Edit, I Write Again. Witness!
We're Making Better Words, All of Them, Better Words.
I Write to Burn Off the Crazy.
A Good Day Writing is a Day Writing.
It Puts the Words on the Page or it Gets the Hose Again.
Just keep writing...just keep writing...writing, writing, writing!
Writing is Magic.
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If You Aren't Writing, You Aren't a Writer.