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Ink Dried

There was once a busy poet called Ried Whose muse fondling hands his angry wife tied Motionless at night on bed He muttered poems instead Wife wasn’t happy though ink in his pen dried. June 9, 2021 Contest : The Poet's Hands Are Tied Sponsor : Kai Michael Neumann

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Date: 6/10/2021 3:47:00 AM
Tied indeed? So sad - especially sad for the pen... God bless you friend. Love, Gina
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