Aletheia



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An urge to write,
Without direction,
It's something to spite.

A bored brain,
A ready hand,
All make the critics stand.

To write for the sake of writing,
Who heard of such a thing?
Perhaps Shakespeare or Dunne
Or maybe Johnson.

To play for music's sake,
To dance for dance's sake,
To write for writing's sake,
From these come the greats.