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Pen Chants

The pen peeks into the darkness whispers a gentle "come hither" release me from dormant bondage lift up the dreams of idle wings guide me through the joys of living hold me amidst life's cold despair share with me the swirling snowflakes walk with me through spring's cool rains comfort me amid summer's warmth dance with me in fall's fulfillment roll my thinly veiled excitement across the naked waiting page follow me and I will lead you through the darkness to the light I will be your sword and buckler if you will pick me up and write John G. Lawless 11/28/2020

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Date: 12/1/2020 3:04:00 PM
Hello John Lawless, the pen and the muse are the ones that create the poetry. That create the words on the page. Enjoy your evening my friend.
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