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[ChristopherSea]

You have to love a poem on the topic of being a writer that concludes with a portrait of an old malfunctioning typewriter. Old school and iconic, to say the least. A new typewriter was actually one of my high school graduation presents, ha ha. It was put in a closet two years later and forgotten there after. You have tongue of realism and down-to-earth-ness herein and an almost beat poet style. I might ditch the Noid (nobody probably cares or relates to that character) and reorganize the two stanzas to associate Santa/Christmas and Easter/baskets of candy.