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I am not a writer,
Nor be I a poet.
I fake it and laugh,
but my fingers itch to write.

Poems are harder, in
a sense, than novels
of any length, it
calls for precision gone lax.

Characters, setting,
clothing, accents,
this to there to
here in my mind.

I see them run.
I smell their
fear, I touch their
faces in my dreams.

I am their creator
and I am their lover.
I am their destroyer
and they are my guide.

Melissa Snell
29.I.09


What do you want
to be when you grow
up, up, up!
A sailor, an astronaut
a doctor, a pilot who goes
ups, ups, ups!
What do you want
to do when you're old?
Bake, bake bake!
A mom, a ride, a
provider of allowance who
bakes, bakes, bakes!
I want to be all, a
singer, writer, psychologist who
bakes, bakes, bakes!
A doctor to kids' knees,
the woman who picks them
up, up, up!
What do you want to be
when you grow, be when
you're old

A family
A wife to him, a mother
to them, a doctor to it
a friend to all.

Melissa Snell
29.I.09

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