A Journal With Everything

A Cure For The Writers Cramp

Guess what? I found a cure for the writer's cramp.
Pretend it doesn't exist. I tried that. Just smile.
I decided to go to Michigan and camp.
I was chased by a bear and a moose for a mile.

I rolled down a hill and then landed in a lake.
Some ducks flapped their wings at me and flew away.
I got up, went to my camper and ate some cake.
My leg started to hurt. I thought of the writer's cramp.

I got on my computer and avoided the writer's cramp.
I did a few reviews and I liked all the stories that I read.
A moose is outside my door. Why is he in the camp?
It was a long day. The moose left. So, I went to bed.

About my cure. I woke up and went to Kalmazoo.
I am thinking about writing another book. I can do it.
I think too much. I took off to go the near by zoo.
A monkey threw his business at me and I got hit.

I don't have a cure. I will just write and go to the cramp.
The moose is back. I went outside to talk to him.
I sat on a bench by Mr. Moose and the bench was damp.
Mr. Moose told me to go write all I want. His name was Tim.

A talking moose? I couldn't believe it, either. He is quite nice.
The moose and I wrote stories. He is quite a good writer.
I drink some Diet Pepsi and ate more cake and got some ice.
Mr. Moose had to leave. He wished me well and he flew off in a glider.

I will not worry about finding a cure for the Writers Cramp. Not at all.
A talking moose. Camping. I am going home where I can sanely think.
I will go to the writers cramp, write, sing, be happy and have a ball.
I write and print off stories. I am happy. Now, my copier is out of ink!

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