Draft Horse
Weary
To
The
Bone,
Attempting
To
Hone
Night
And
Day
A
MS
Of
74K.
My
Editor
Is
Sharp
Of
Eye
And
Writing
Tool,
And
I’m
An
Ungrammatical
Fool.
My
Back
Is
Tired
From
Perching,
Like
Cratchit,
On
My
Stool.
As
I ponder
Dickens,
Master
Of
His
Art
And
Hero
To
Me,
Far
Better
At
The
Game,
To
My
Literary
Shame,
Than
I’ll
Ever
Be.
Write
On,
As
It’s
Said,
Until
It’s
Fit
To
Be
Read.
Weary
To
The
Bone,
Attempting
To
Hone
Night
And
Day
A
MS
Of
74K.
My
Editor
Is
Sharp
Of
Eye
And
Writing
Tool,
And
I’m
An
Ungrammatical
Fool.
My
Back
Is
Tired
From
Perching,
Like
Cratchit,
On
My
Stool.
As
I ponder
Dickens,
Master
Of
His
Art
And
Hero
To
Me,
Far
Better
At
The
Game,
To
My
Literary
Shame,
Than
I’ll
Ever
Be.
Write
On,
As
It’s
Said,
Until
It’s
Fit
To
Be
Read.
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