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Will pens (I'd have to think when last I dipped mine in ink) and sad to say pencils go the dodo's way become extinct or obsolete (oh no) to the average man in the street as if it weren't for junk mail no matter how large or small never mind trees and ecology wouldn't have no mail at all when I was young still a nipper a lot more lively hale hearty and chipper had pen pals galore now they're e-pals it's done with thumbs some folks use keystrokes and I'm not sure if anyone writes letters anymore
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