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The Pens Lament How foul the ink must feel. Her sheen has gone to waste. Words once wrote with zeal are now absent from this page. She weeps her ebon tears for writers gone astray. In trite and shallow depths has their prose begun to stay. Through historys old clutch, she marked the Bards worn glove. In Twain she gave her touch, for Wilde was her love. May generations come who desire written word. When pen is once again more mighty than the sword. dennispoetry.blogspot/
Posted on: Wed, 19 Mar 2014 19:15:30 +0000

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