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The Pen Life


The sweet angelic voice of a pen sings

out melodic notes of pure heaven.

Calling to me, calling to the deepest depth of my soul.

A pen and paper are all I need to make dreams happen,

to create a story, to inspire all of those who read it, and to

strike an image in someone's head. 

Whether it is a green field filled with blooming flowers 

or a dry desert with only spots of color from cacti. 

With a pen in my hand and paper in front of me

I can do anything. 

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