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Apr 2021
My pen Is about to run out of Of the ink That helps me speak In the riddles you read! But no worries, my jar is full of the pens That bleeds the ink that Speaks From within me.  I try And see Behind our own Reality. WhereΒ Β the truth teachers me About Sobriety!πŸ˜—
You got to have the ink To speak The riddles I like to bring!
Written by
Joe Quaale  49/M/Wash.
(49/M/Wash.)   
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   Rebecca and Eshwara Prasad
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