Pens
Pens
Kill time;
Bleed out ink.
Through lines and curves,
With thoughts and crosses -
Shapes and ideas form,
Connections are made and shared,
Stories are allowed to grow tall
Paper and minds can be brightly filled
All because of eager pens killing time
Copyright © David Lindsay | Year Posted 2016
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