A Pensive Poem.

A collection of poems I wrote over the last few weeks of summer :).


Find me that pen, that

Works and always will work, and

I'll pay you in gold.






New pens? You're kidding! I've had better pencils! And then still you run out of ink I think I'll shout that will make the words come out! What a weird thing to write about.

The End

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