So peer pressure dictates that I write a poem, given that Argent -- in his need to rage rage against the dying of the light when it comes to bumper cars -- has started a trend. Unfortunately, I don't think I was ever one to follow the crowd, so I am remaining resolutely and unflinchingly limerick-less. Never a sonnet shall leave this pen. No
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It's kind of overwhelming, actually.
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You know, I don't really know.
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Fiction or nonfiction?
Prose, poetry, or plays?
and of course, the ever mighty:
Are illustrations optional?
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Drawings are nice, too.
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