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All our pens just disappear
They're never there, they're never here
We even have a special pot
To keep them in - but in they're not.
And even when I find a pen
(A case, in fact, of not where but when)
Chances are that it will leak,
not work or have a nasty squeak.
Red ones, blue ones, green and black
Taken and seldom ever put back
It's quills we need to use, I think ...
So long as we don't run out of ink.

Posted: 2010-01-19 18:39:06 UTC

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2010-02-06 00:20:36brad1990
cute

2010-02-07 00:32:54Disruptive Silence
haha i think everyone has this problem. i love how you wrote a poem about it. very good

2010-09-22 14:50:32Wingless
I love this! Its so nice to not read something tragic and miserable! and I think we all have this problem...