When is my pen going to stop rolling?
maybe...
When it goes the village of the writer, where pen kisses the book and scroll
maybe...
when teeth are in the mouth and tongue enter tongue
teeth enter teeth... ho mouth enter mouth
then they live together..
maybe..
Keep my rolling let me see gain in its sayings
i cannot wait untill i get it over and over
maybe..
Yes i open my mouth, but my pen talks the mind of noble
and wise man
eyes open... my pen, so my pen can see...
maybe...
Keep my pen rolling because that is life,
it reads mind
Please keep my pen rollig here i come
maybee..
John ho!
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