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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=362731" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>It Is Me</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sat in his own world <br>writing down the stories <br>that came to his mind. <br>He never watched time, <br>for him there <br>was no time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He wrote stories of love, <br>of mystery and suspense. <br>He wrote of everything <br>that popped into his head. <br>He was not a lonely person <br>as his characters kept him company.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He wrote things <br>for every writing sphere, <br>but there was one thing <br>he could not write <br>which may come as a surprise <br>to everyone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He could not write a letter <br>no matter how hard he tried. <br>His mind went completely blank<br>whenever he tried. <br>Yet he could write <br>just about everything else.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He could write songs, <br>he could write stories at will. <br>He could write poems <br>on everything, <br>but writing a letter <br>was something he could not do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now all who read this <br>might take it as a joke, <br>but it is very true <br>every word I have spoke, <br>and how would I know that. <br>The answer is simple it is me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">19 April 2008</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Harris">David Harris</a><div class=q>
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writing down the stories 
that came to his mind. 
He never watched time, 
for him there 
was no time.

He wrote stories of love, 
of mystery and suspense. 
He wrote of everything 
that popped into his head. 
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