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I the pen chucked in a can Lay here in anguish the best I can Usually kept by a business man I ran dry of ink when snapped in the hand
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Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 12:51 PM UTC
The life of a pen
I the pen chucked in a can Lay here in anguish the best I can Usually kept by a business man I ran dry of ink when snapped in the hand
Written as part of an essay, mostly as a joke
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Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 12:51 PM UTC
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