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Words
Sitting here with pen in hand
trying to write a song again
sometimes its easy other times it's not
but I always give it what I got
It's not as simple as you might think
I look at it as swim or sink
It's quite a feeling when it comes out right
It's like my words are strong with might
Some of the lines I must confide
are buried secrets I can no longer hide
So on these pages are a part of me
from deep inside that my hands set free
and whether or not it's a poem or a song
Just getting it out can't be wrong
"Just a little something I put as the first page of my writing notebook"
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