Every day I write
From left to right
Without any light
All thru the night
With the moon in sight
Whose pale as white
Beaming a dream
Flowing as a stream
Soft as ice cream
Full to the brim
Thick as a ream
I am not a writer
Nor one brighter
But only a fighter
With feet lighter
And a heart tighter
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