Ode To My Pen Poem by Saint Cynosure
Ode To My Pen
Pound for pound me and my pen,
are the best there is around.
You can stand them up all day,
we will knock them down.
I cannot take the credit,
cause I know for sure its him.
With his sleek chromatic style,
full of ink and slim.
He moves my hand to cross the t's,
and lies while dotting i's.
And the words he puts on paper slim,
brings tears to both my eyes.
Without him I am nothing,
a man thats such a bore.
But that sleek chromatic ball point pen,
makes me so much more...
Awesome read Saint! ! Delightfully capturing! ! Best wishes! *10*! ! Friend Thad
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5/4/2024 4:22:07 PM # 1.0.0.1119
yes without our first love bud many of us the good ones anyway would just be people without a propose in life, other then to find our other half. then the car ride doesn’t stop there then we have to have readers(that means we have to be good) and maybe then there are them people who really need to talk to you. lol. or maybe they are the people who need to stay away to keep their sanity. lol. good job bud. Becca