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by Grace Williams
In class, when I get bored, I let myself
Escape from the confinement of my notes
I sketch whatever comes to mind- an elf,
A face, a monster, kittens, tiny boats.
At home, I trudge through pointless work. Alas,
I can't take any more and start to write.
My stories flow onto the page so fast
I sometimes write five pages in a night!
In bed, when all I want's to fall asleep,
I find myself with verses in my head
My flashlight on, I give up counting sheep
And string together words till my brain's dead.
And when exhausted, I may cease to sing
But never will I stop imagining.
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