I took my pen
And I wrote something
Something they will understand
Because of the simple language
I chose.
People of the different age
They will understand.
They tried
to give me penny
I refused.
They tried
to give me
their own pen,
i STILL refused.
They finally decided
To take my pen,
With their power
They said
Nothing is left to be written.
Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 11:46 AM UTC
I took my pen
And I wrote something
Something they will understand
Because of the simple language
I chose.
People of the different age
They will understand.
They tried
to give me penny
I refused.
They tried
to give me
their own pen,
i STILL refused.
They finally decided
To take my pen,
With their power
They said
Nothing is left to be written.
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