Write Indeed
I put pen to paper to express my mind's labour,
my expressions never end to implore.
So I lift my hand, now writing in favour,
of an expression that's mine to explore.
Hard I do work,like a slave to the word,
that sustains my constant word-lust.
My pen I exert like a razor sharp sword
and continue sincerely I must.
Copyright © Jp Thomas | Year Posted 2018
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