The vagabond writer, that's who I am
I write day and night, to comprehend
I write about my sorrows and my dispair
I write about what most people wouldn't dare
Long stories, short stories, poems to share
I can even make up angles, which weren't there
I can put any spin on any story
Fact or fiction, drama or gory
I can direct any word with fine precision
Or explore the dictionary for an acquisition
And in the end, I'll follow the trails
So they can take me, where my heart prevails
Away from this madness, away from it all
Straight to the vagabond, writers hall.
C. Vergara
08.26.2007
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