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Why Do I Write?
FB (1925 / Chicago)

Why Do I Write?

Poem By Fred Babbin

My blood is in my pen
And when I write
My drops of blood form words.
Would that my blood went down the drain,
Then I would never have to write –
Then I would never write again.

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Comments (7)

this is good its okay
My blood is pounding in my head.......so I spend time reading your work!
write is mightier than loads of other things..............
Fred, love the line about the blood in the pen- interesting idea. jane s x
beautiful, striking imagery. a compelling poem Katharine