I write, I write, and I write.
I’ll write for the rest of my life.
I’ll write today. I’ll write tomorrow.
I’ll write when I’m somebody’s wife.
I write about the happiness
That I can find in a story.
And a lot of poems are drafted
On how our world destroys.

6-24-1990 Saturday
Written by Gail Brookshire

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