Ink Pot
Runs and walks
Hoots and toots
Corners and highways
Low and behold
My inkpot is finally full
The droughts have been long and cold
But it finally rained,
All behind the sunshine
My inkpot is finally full
Sitting here
Notepad in hand
Feeling all writey writey
My inkpot is full
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