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To Write
What is this thing inside me
that makes me want to write
it has such a hold on me
it will not let me go
the words seem all a jumble
until I put them down
and then for some strange reason
they run and flow together
they talk of inner fears
of things I'd like to do
they talk of things
I'd like to say
they make me bold enough
to ask you things I should not say
but words just keep on flowing
and getting in the way
some are better than others
some are just plain silly
but still they must be heard
or else they'll wreck my head
14th August 1999
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