With Ink I Think
With pen in hand I feel alive
To coin a phrase and then archive
No simple task at 3 a.m.
To sift through all my mind's mayhem
But still my thoughts I write them down
Sometimes the truth sometimes the clown
No matter which I use my pen
To stoke a fire or share a grin
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