October 3, 2009
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Thoughts form,
paper will set them free.
Flowing, black ink falls in rhymes across precious paper.
Verbs dance inside my head
as poetry penetrates.
Wonderous words appear.
With line by line growth.
Expressions make impressions.
When pen meets paper.
It's the perfect way to communicate.

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