There once was a writer from St. Paul
Who could only write well in the fall.
With the leaves off the trees
She saw her neighbors with ease.
And then she could record it all.
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Monday morning writing joke: “Write it off”
There once was a writer from St. Paul
Who was sure he could write it all:
Poetry or prose,
Essays about his toes.
But his tax checks always had a shortfall.
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