It took me eight minutes to learn fifty words by heart last night.
You didn’t remember fifty, you remembered five hundred.
And not words, whole poems. Paperless poems.
Stories from the Steel Trap.
Forty years later it’s others who memorise them.
Shows it’s not the ink that makes a writer.
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