You never know when you get the writing bug,
It may be in the middle of the night when it strikes. You hope that you think of it in the morning light,
The writing bug is in every one of us just waiting to come out into the light,
The writing bug also may strike you when you are walking clearing your mind of all the though clog your mind. You hope that you make it home in time writing of the need to write it down as quickly as you can.
I have been there so many times, I have think I have been bitten once more as I write.
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Oh… I get the bug! Love it