my pen is like a
the way it shoots its ink.
it will lead my horse to water
but it will not be my shrink.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
My pen actually is my shrink...I can't afford a real one...but by goodness, I'm in need.
I'd sooner trust my pen over another person's opinion..
But then again, my pen and I have an understanding...
This is a clever, witty piece..well done.
well so much for the Papermate brand. But how true, how true...
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