I really think its writing and I'm under pressure all the time,
But the pleasure point is making all the words begin to rhyme;
The publishers are denying and the punishment is far too great,
For all the joy I'm having is giving me time in which to relate.
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The pleasure point I'm making is time for someone else to read,
Because I do the writing it's not for me to read but lead;
So the joy that's in the giving is the point at the end of my pen,
And I think I'm going to eat it and that is the chicken in the hen.
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So the meat of the equation is the situation that we meet,
For the reason for the living is to read write and eat;
And if you are that girl waiting, then the joy of the boy is now,
Because the men and women had us and the bull is not the cow.
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So if you think we are, you had better remember we're not.
Because we're not really talking, unless you're reading and have got;
The pleasure point is meeting and then turning up again and again,
For this book ends up on the shelf but you are a friend of my pen.
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It's not a joke alright that this is going right into you,
Because the food is kind of spiritual and that's a pleasure point too,
So if this is a book on the shelf that's a pleasure point I know,
But remember I'm really thinking will this publish sell or go.
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There's no way it's going down the toilet because a book would never fit,
And there's not much chance of money because I know that it is it;
But when I finish all the work I know that I'll have a meal,
For the effort is really worth it because I know it's really real.
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Signed,
I hope it comes back
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