Ode To Our Pens
A pen is unique to it's hand.
Fingers take comfort, from familiar scrawls;
From the most luxury Parker to the humblest biro,
Your pen is faithful, your pen is yours.
Wether it's a trivial shopping list,
Or a staggering masterpiece,
None of it could be possible,
Without your pen's ink ready to speak.
Copyright © Leander Darwin | Year Posted 2009
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