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A clean white page laid before me;
A pen placed in my hand.
My daily thoughts and musings,
Transported from foreign lands.

A clean white page laid before me;
A pen placed in my hand.
Words dance before my eyes
For which no picture can ever stand.

A clean white page laid before me;
A pen placed in my hand.
I think too fast than I can write;
Words smudged now abound.

On a white page dance black symbols,
Laid out for a reader to see.
A white page spoiled by pen marks;
My thoughts for eternity.





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Jaquie This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 18, 2009 at 2:54 am
I hope you did well on the Contest... I really like this. It conveyed my feelings so well when I write. I loved it.
God bless, and good luck.
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