The joy writing brings
I only used one-hundred pages.
They were blank anyway.
I didn't think you 'd miss them,
So I wrote with them today.
Each line,
tapped with lead.
Well not really.
We would all be dead.
But anyway,
or so to say,
I think I am happy today.
If you agree, then
you will be
immense
in many
ways.
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