In the beginning the words flowed like honey, like maple syrup, like corn syrup; yes, the metaphors flowed just like that. Flowed so easily down the page I barely had time to sprinkle a few periods about. It flowed like the Madonna song that I used to listen to on my Sony Walkman while I ran: “Come on girls, express yourself, hey, hey, hey, hey” (not exactly like that, but close, who cares!). I was up and coming, a prodigy, a genius probably. The words flowed from me to page to awestruck reader… Read more here!
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