Think Ink
Twirling this pen in my hand
Trying to write words if I can
But I'm just drawing a blank
From my think tank
Not a word written since I began
You say this cannot be
For you are reading these words you see
You are right to think
These lines are made of ink
Now not sure they came from me
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