Death of a Pen

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
an object once had a purpose then poofh you have to say goodbye.. A cute poem that had a story of it's own.

Submitted: October 16, 2006

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Submitted: October 16, 2006

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Oh, pen.
There you lie,
Cold and pale,
With your jaunty cap askew.
NO more ink
Courses through your vein.
You've bled your last drop
On my paper.
No more will I chew on you,
pondering poetry.
No more will you take down my thoughts.
No more marking or jotting.
You have come to an end,
Oh my dear, sweet,
Lifeless pen.


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