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With Pen and Heart

WITH PEN AND HEART With a writer's pen and a poet's heart, I long to craft a piece of art. But sometimes words don't want to play And I am left with aught to say! Perhaps a DIFFERENT pen might work, I think before I go berserk. The ink went dry some time ago, Because my thoughts were much too slow! I'll get a pencil....that will do. But where IS one I fret and stew! I've tried and tried to use a pen, But errors are my PERMANENT friends! So what's a writer then to say..... Or write, or think this wretched day? Just when did play turn in to work, And why is writing NOT a perk? <<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>

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