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In a keen student’s school bag Suffocated in the bottom of textbooks and folders A pen died A moment of silence for this pen Who was able to make it thus far Unlike his friends who was dropped Down the subway tracks No one mourned when this pen died though Only the pen knew Of its arduous and hard-lived life Filled with scribbles and ink blotches
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Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 9:56 PM UTC
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In a keen student’s school bag Suffocated in the bottom of textbooks and folders A pen died A moment of silence for this pen Who was able to make it thus far Unlike his friends who was dropped Down the subway tracks No one mourned when this pen died though Only the pen knew Of its arduous and hard-lived life Filled with scribbles and ink blotches
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Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 9:56 PM UTC
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