I Dreamed I was Writing.

Today’s Poem Today

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I dreamed I was writing.

Words marched 
In precision parade,
Each following each,
Waiting at the tip of my pen
To be revealed --
To fulfill its purpose.

Words grew
Into a battalion,
Proud to stand together, 
Ready to be struck down
To serve the greater good --
They didn’t all survive. 

I dreamed I was a writer.

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