Faithful Writer

Faithful writer, weaving intricate webs like a spider.

In the batter’s box adjusting from fastball to slider.

Reaching new heights like a paraglider.

Later, catch me in the back of the pub drinking Harp mixed with cider.

Like Salinger, I can be a hider.

Rarely been an abider,

Still don’t want to pick a fight,

Or click these keys with unnecessary might.

Addicted to deep intuitive insight,

High as a kite, I respectfully take flight.

This faithful writer has nothing more to write, tonight.

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