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Jan 2016
I loved this pen;
For it was my first pen.
Made a simple mistake,
But I couldn't erase.

I had a second pen.
I loved this pen too.
But half way through;
It broke in two.

I had another pen.
Perfect that pen was.
I had given it away;
For I can never use that pen.

Then she asked,
If I would ever get
another pen...

I said.
Cup Noodles
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