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The Quill

Rating: 5.0

A pen and quill,
soaked with ink.
Would touch a page,
so blank and cruel.
A word is formed,
alone no more.
A story is born,
for all to adore.
A shining joust.
A beautiful Queen.

A flightless bird.
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Mary Gordley 29 January 2008

Mark the quill which penned this poem did poetry justice. Fine write thanks.

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