PoetryA Poem by The Little WriterWriting a poemIt starts as an idea and it grows you find yourself sitting next to a desk with pen in hand The pen moves it flows you can't stop you have your idea you go with it more emotions more feelings and then it's over and in front of yourself you see a masterpiece you get up and walk away © 2009 The Little WriterAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on August 13, 2009 AuthorThe Little WriterDon-Mage, WAAboutI am 12 years old. I am now rewriting my abandoned book, "The Dwen Alliance" I started out my writing life when my mother signed me up for a writing class at my co-op school. My "career" really k.. more..Writing
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