Eureka - well you're a bit whiffy too, Fertile soil for the roots yet time gives not one hoot, I'm a man with a mission in two or three editions, Out damned semi-colon out, People carry worlds within them, remember and hold tight - Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass, The ceaseless tramping of wordy feet, There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed., You never have to change anything you got up in the middle of the night to write
Quite perfectly captured I believe.
Mr Gordon can be found here – http://stevenegordon.com/
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