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Here I write my cares away, sort of.
They say writers write.
I ain't no writer.
What am I?
Nobody really.
I trade a bit and think a little.
So if you insist, I'm a trader cum thinker.
An odd combination, I grant you.
But thank God I'm not a philosopher.
They think and do nothing else.
I'm grateful I have something to do other than thinking things out.
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I'm Nobody! Who are you? (by Emily Dickinson)
I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know!
How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –
To tell one's name – the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!
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