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The Secret Life of a Pen

Poetry By: Toejones

XD it was a school assignment...and i really like it.

Submitted:Nov 1, 2008    Reads: 87    Comments: 5    Likes: 0   

I'm tall and skinny and full of ink
I come in many different colors; like black, blue, red, and pink

I spend my time writing lessons
I lose more ink with every session

I wish my ink would stop going to waste
It feels like they use it up with intentional haste

I want to be free to draw and write
All alone, I'm left here to wallow in spite

Here they come to use me again
A spelling lesson, if I'm not mistaken

They try to write, but without prevail
They shake, and shake and I begin to feel ill

I have no more ink, I'm all used up
So much for my dream of writing my own stuff


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