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Some days I can write about anything and others nothing pops up, intruding it’s ugly head into my domain.

I can write about anything, something or nothing at all.

I can type up an essay or format a letter, It depends on the need and at the time which sounds better.

 It can be fiction or fact regardless of tact, a poem or sonnet, it depends on which words are put on it.

A short story or novel, with words I will grovel.

I’ll write you a story or spin you a tale, look into the future or delve into the past. If I come up with a line I’ll write it down fast.

Ideas are fodder for my typing I fear, some ideas, however noble turn out quit austere.

If I bore you with details, schematics and grins, you may not return to read once again.

So there you have it, a whole lot of nothing written about. Proving at last, my subject’s in doubt.

Thomas H. Forthe