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.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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