Spilt Ink Maigc 9
Quiet until that pen was found,
ink spilt words make you brave.
With one line a rebel was crowned,
regardless of the message.
Spoken with spirit they’re spellbound,
style hangs heavy in the air.
Turn of phrase with a posh sound,
ink spilt words make you brave.
She didn’t step up to mess around.
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