I have got to go to school. Not only that I have got to go to something called Universisisisty.
Now look. I am not old enough, and I know I an a PEN but that's enough.
My batty writer (who is getting battier by the minute) says I am going to be used at a University to teach from.
I am in a few school libraries too. Which is not a good idea if you ask me.
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I know another writer who was sent a set university assignment on one of her works, and she said she wouldn't have done very well on it herself.
Wait, what am I doing talking to a book.
By the way, I see that some geezer called Ogden Gnash, who fancies himself as a good bad poet, rather than a bad good poet, has given you a nice review on Amazon.co.uk.
Cool. I have gentlemen callers... and nice ones who leave nice messages up the Amazon.
But s'cuse me...why all the way up the Amazon? Are you expecting me to gr all there way THERE to pick up my messages?
You must be battier than my writer.
However. She says... 'ah. So thats who Ogden Gnash is...'
Hmmm. I will sit back and let you two go potty together, I think.
*twiddles thumbs...*
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