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Ode to my pen

Your ball-point tip leaves a trace of ink as I cradle your spell-bound stick. Inside your tube the blood is black running through my poem. You are a symbiotic tool to me, my prosthetic thought-maker without which I falter. You are the trainer of my brain.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2025




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Date: 6/28/2025 11:09:00 AM
Nice poem, Jeanette, flowed smoothly :-) If with sit down and put a pen in our hand, the thoughts do seem to flow like the ink when writing. (or keyboard) LOL Have a great weekend! Bill p.s. I'm following your poetry now!
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Jeanette Swan
Date: 6/28/2025 3:24:00 PM
Thanks Bill. J :)
Date: 3/7/2025 11:06:00 PM
Always a great team... A poet and his tool of ink tube! Keep the ink flowing. Thanks for sharing.
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Jeanette Swan
Date: 3/8/2025 3:05:00 AM
Glad you like :)
Date: 2/26/2025 6:54:00 AM
What a delightful tribute ~ you two make a great team !
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Jeanette Swan
Date: 3/8/2025 3:04:00 AM
Thank you. Couldn't do it without this little tool. :)
Date: 1/9/2025 9:10:00 PM
Cool poem, Jeanette...and ball-point pen!
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Jeanette Swan
Date: 1/9/2025 9:18:00 PM
Thanks David. It's a great space age instrument in humble guise.

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