There’s a whisper under my bed,
Right beneath where I lay my head,
It talks to me as I sleep,
And whispers things when I wake.
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There’s a whisper silent and still,
Right now talking within my skull,
It gives me ideas to write,
And helps me share for you to read.
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There’s a whisper inside of me,
Right where no one can see,
It speaks with my tongue,
And writes for me in my hand.
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There’s a whisper on this page,
Right in these lines I’ve laid,
It speaks to you,
And was placed by me.
Author: The Pesky Poet
Never assume that you are no good at what you love as if you love it enough you will make it better. Take that form a dyslexic who was told they would never be able to write with any quality.
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