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My Pen and I

My pen, it cries I wrote for too long To get sleep, it tries To end my songs I deserve to write So I tell him to stop But it still fights It now worked like a mop He is now mad But still, I am not done "Oh, stop lad!" But this is fun "Your handwriting, oh, one of a kind!" "I would love this day, if I were blind!"

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Book: Shattered Sighs