#18 – In the wood…
In the wood,
In one of these 3 wooden houses
Hanging up in the trees
So colourful you couldn’t miss them
They started from inspiration
From the squirrels of the forest
They look like a joke
From an old sci-fi movie
From a bad short story
Written by an old infamous drunk writer
Away in his wood shed
Near the river
Unknown until the best selling book
He’s writing now
In this Sunday afternoon
He is writing the word END
On his new novel
He doesn’t know yet
In a few months, he will be on TV
Famous like he would never expect
But keeping his best habit of writing
In his wood shed all day long
No matter the success or not
He keeps writing
Year on year out
He keeps writing
His heart off
Where do you live?
In the wood,
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