Sep 2017
Friday night again...
The fountain pen drips and plays.
Staining the pages,
Rearranging the phrases,
It’s lost in the fray,
Contemplating the ages
A mystery steals the day.
The fountain pen drips and plays.
Staining the pages,
Rearranging the phrases,
It’s lost in the fray,
Contemplating the ages
A mystery steals the day.
(58/M/Chicago)
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