No waste here in the office
of poetry where we gain some
wisdom, of course, I don't know
what that is, but I sort of do.
When the pen runs out of ink, fix
the thing and then write again.
May 21, 2010
May 21, 2010 at 6:13 AM UTC
No waste here in the office
of poetry where we gain some
wisdom, of course, I don't know
what that is, but I sort of do.
When the pen runs out of ink, fix
the thing and then write again.
Free poem by Christopher Everson - 2010
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