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Broken Biro on the street (That’s an English ball point pen.) Crushed by cars’ uncaring wheels It’s ink a useless smear. What words could that ink Have produced on sheets Of clean white paper Guided by a poet’s hand. Visions of fantastic lands That beckon with their beauty. Invitations to explore Another way of thinking. Broken Biro on the street Was it thrown out on purpose- Obsoleted by a phone That puts its words into the clouds. ljm
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Apr 19, 2021
Apr 19, 2021 at 8:24 AM UTC
BIRO
Broken Biro on the street (That’s an English ball point pen.) Crushed by cars’ uncaring wheels It’s ink a useless smear. What words could that ink Have produced on sheets Of clean white paper Guided by a poet’s hand. Visions of fantastic lands That beckon with their beauty. Invitations to explore Another way of thinking. Broken Biro on the street Was it thrown out on purpose- Obsoleted by a phone That puts its words into the clouds. ljm
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Apr 19, 2021
Apr 19, 2021 at 8:24 AM UTC
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