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maybe some fool will notice y'all



say hey you
whatchu doin' over there?
whatchu writin' anyway?
is somebody payin' you something fo' all those
scribblins'?


uh huh,
din' think so,

fool.

no body gonna 'member you.
why you spend yo time doin this?
writin' down thoughts donchu gots something
better elst to do with yo self?

a fool and his mind
is soon parted.
that's what they say.
jes keep on writin' there!

no one gonna 'member you!

so, tell me really...
why you write so many of dem words?
why do you care 'bout all those words anyways?

"I have got to get them out of my head
somehow, don't you?" (I says)
"I have got to let the world know  I was
here for a moment even if no one listens in."

"I like words like they were finer than silk and lace
and silver and gold."
 
(You means finer than frogs hair, no I don't, Sir.)

"Better than anything else in the world."
"Words be my treasure, sir."

Most words make me smile."

Uh-huh.
I guess you think you is pretty smart.

Well you go on now an' keep writin'.
an' not getting paid...
maybe some fool will notice y'all.

So sayeth the
the Magi of All Men.

Be on the lookout for
those
Magi.

(they can have some bold things to say and they
like to snatch your happiness all fo themselves.))



Copyright August 19, 2014 5:05pm All Rights Reserved
After Sitting Out In The Sun In My New Haircut Thinking
Unedited Right To The Page
Meloo/Melissa A Howells/ straight outa her Tilt-a-World
All Ideas/Poetry/Rants/Prose are Legal Property of this Writer

Copyright June 15th 2015 another look see at this here one....smiling wide-like





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