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Your lover will love you even more if you get them a pinata
I get punch drunk from punctuation, my fingers get flustered, becoming dangling flesh
participles. They swerve and miss a verb, or turn a comma into a coma. My blood’s TYPO
which explains my spelling and i before e often has me going AAAYYYEEEEE !!
Paragraphs wind up needing paramedics, Apostrophes become Catastrophes
My pronouns are rank amateurs and my nouns are but one letter’s removal from being
nuns that are anything but superior!
I ‘m no Dickens but I beat the dickens out of my keyboard. Writing reduces me to childlike
states, I’m left playing with my mental blocks,. I ‘d leave you an appendix, but the docs took
that out twenty years ago. An autobiography would be nice but you’d wind up cruising my
warped mind in an Edsel.
I never metaphor that I didn't like, but they don't come around that often. I should add
some footnotes, but I hate having to wash all that ink off my toes.
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