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Jun 2014
The pen – it carefully places ink to the paper,
scratching as playfully as a puppy.
The tip, pronounced is its curvy bust,
the perfect legs walk on the paper,
printing the playful passages.

The prose – Provided in a plethora of ways,
pleasantly, like a prairie powdered in snow,
painfully, like a poke in the eye,
perfect, with prodigious pentameter,
popular – as the personification of a paper-person.

The person – is a *****.
Steven d'Orsay Childs
Written by
Steven d'Orsay Childs  Detroit
(Detroit)   
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