a writer a writer is what i said i was
a writer a writer is what i am
can’t even make that poem ryme.
they tell me i am wrong
i’m sailing the wrong way
into an orange ocean rather than blue
they say i will die
but i won’t let them kill me no matter how brave that may sound
we held them off with righteousness
The Fargo Kantrowitz'z Literary Campsite 
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