Script
When pencil comes to pen, the stories never end,
Cause you choose everything you want in the begin.
Thoughts come in mysterious ways,
Through words we might recite in a day,
But modified & glazed with a new meaning.
Copyright © Paula Wells | Year Posted 2011
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