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All hail the pens
scorching the cold white sting
of writing.....
scurrying, squirrel-like,
across forever's now
leaving a trail
that leads to a treasure
a hidden sustenance
for those who search
and sate their needs
in the anonymity
of blue lit screens
bidding them
come, stay,
join me
in my moment
share with me
the touch
of a distant
pen
John G. Lawless
12/21/2020
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2020
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