The Power of the Pen
When no one else was there, you were.
For me, you were my only cure.
My pen and paper constant and true.
You helped me feel 'the happy' after 'the blue'
You taught me how to think for myself
Not to let me be put on a shelf
You taught me how to rhyme
How to always remember the time
Because time is important
Who doesn't know it?
You possess an unimaginable power
And it continues hour after hour after hour...
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