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    Story of A Writer

    Sometimes I just stare at the wall Asking it to give me a sign. I don’t know what I’m looking for, Maybe I’m just wasting time.   I’ve got a hard drive full of dreams And all the paper a writer needs, But when the words don’t come out right, I may as well just call it a night   And say let the whiskey flow Right down my parched throat, Maybe somewhere down there It’ll find where all the words go   And when I’m good and wasted, I won’t have to wonder when Cause I’ll know when I taste it Like the bottom of a fine tequila, I’ll…