While my family rest,
I try my best,
At wanting to work and write.
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My home is my nest,
But as I type and press,
I’m tired and ready for night.
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If I can write a little each day,
I can give myself leeway,
To call myself a writer.
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It’s finding the middle
Of a hectic life, pickle!
But on I must. I’m a fighter.
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