Black pens, day ends
By jill.showman
Sun, 12 Sep 2004
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The ink flows black from my pen tonight
As with careful thought these words I write
My day slumps to it's wearly close
Sleeps tempting lure bekons and grows
Until my body sinks into sleep
My pen drops limp,
It's hard to keep
My mind on this
I sleep
Tis bliss . . . . .
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