You are stuck with me,
I like to write.
There is no way to get rid of me
unless I, myself die unexpectedly.
If you give me a 1.0 average for all the
poems that I write, I will still write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I would never give you a 1...........and I'm glad you would write no matter what the numbers were. Of course you get 10's. sincerely, Mary