The Writer in Me
Not what I think you might like!
So if I wrote that I saw a cow riding a bike
It doesn't mean I've seen it or that my writings were real
It's simply because I just write what I feel
If I talk about dying, or clowns that are crying
That I've ridden a star and watched a unicorn flying
It's just that my mind is a strange wondrous land
A place even I sometimes don't understand
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