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Apr 2017
A punishment was handed out today
For the crime of slander I have to say
My pen had kicked up an awful stink
So the judges sentenced Me to life without ink
My pen had written,stories wildly untrue
sold to the newspapers who hadn't a clue
My poor old pen retired,no more stories to tell
A typewriter wouldn't be profitable from a prison cell
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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